I remember you. You may not remember me much, but you are never too far away from my thoughts. A day rarely goes by when I haven’t thought about you a couple times at least. Is that obsessive? Maybe.
It’s not the weird “bunny boiler” kind of obsessive.
I just miss you. It’s been so many years.
So much has changed.
I miss you. I miss you an awful lot.
I’m still here.
Still listening to you. For you.
I owe you a hug. I owe you lots of things.
You left an indelible mark on me – as indelible as the tattoo you had done of the pendant that I gave you. I found that picture last night. It made me smile.
You give me flowers of love
–The Cure, “Bloodflowers”