I still visit our little beautiful spot sometimes
It doesn't feel the same way but when I sit their thinking about him, it makes me happy.It remembers us more than we remember each other.
I stare at the moon and stars thinking about the time when he said he loved me so much at the exact same spot, the place I fell head over heels for him.
As I climb the rocks to reach there the thorns are stick to my jeans and top but you he is not there anymore to remove them. As I stumble on the rock to climb up high his hand isn't stretched to catch me if I fall.
I no longer hide between the trees as no one can see me now.