Many haunted memories live in this tattered heart. Past lovers, past fights and lies, past kisses etched into my skin. And I don't expect you to come along and wipe them all away. I want things to go right this time. I don't want to screw it up this time. The look on your face when you heard the news of my sudden and ridiculous nuptials was something that will flood through me always. It was in that moment I think. When I knew I was making a mistake. Because I realized that we didn't have a history. I didn't have any piece of you in my tattered heart or etched on my skin. I had nothing to show except for the memory of your smile. I don't want to be desperate about this. I want to be smart and confident. I wanna make all the right moves and say all the right things. I just have a hard time with the execution. I'm gonna take it slow and live in between the memory of your smile and the way your arms felt wrapped around me. How I could feel the muscles of your back under my hands and how the fabric of your shirt was so soft. That's where I'll stay until I see you again.
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