used to.

I remember the heartache I once had at the thought of you,

it was forbiding and tart and maybe even spiteful,

it latched onto our most carefree memories;

turning them a bit bitter in quite a haste...

and threw my heart into a turmoil of equal longing and distaste.

It remembered...

tiny notes,

purple necklaces,

awkward distances,

and movie theater kisses.

It latched onto...

three minute hugs,

half-hour cuddle sessions,

five hour phone calls,

and six year histories.

Yet as the whisper of your name creeps into my mind,

you are but a dull memory I’ve almost left behind.

A bittersweet thought of a once happy time...

Alas, I still miss you but it’s severly diminished

and now my heart can ultimately replenish.