a lot can change in 7 months

It's been 7 long months since the last time I saw him. 

7 long months since I've kissed him, since ive hugged him. 

I used to think that I couldn't live without him, but I realized I can. 

I learned to live with the pain and Numbness. 

But, now? 

7 months later, here I am still thinking about him like crazy. 

why? 

Because he called me last sunday to tell me he's gonna be in town this weekend. 

I was excited but boy was I scared. 

The closer friday came the more scared I got. 

But then I saw him and alll that went away, because he came back for me. 

We kissed and we hugged and most of all, he picked my flower. and that was it, I cried and crieed because i thought that now he got what he wanted and he was done with me but then he kissed me and said this isnt over and just like that we go started again. 

I couldnt be happier in life right now

This poem is about: 
Me

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