Thoughts

I find myself feeling as if I'm looking through a window as if my personality isn't mine but fragments of who you were, your interests are now my interests, concerts feel fun, traveling doesn't seem that far, your taste in music is now my taste all the inde, rock, brain numbing bands are on repeat. Scary movies aren't that scary anymore but thrilling now, I find excitement within them. The way I eat sushi is the way you taught me i put wasabi in the soy and i now eat ginger to cleanse my pallet, the way of not walking straight stuck with me and was a reminder of you… that Amy was here. I'm I regretful of ever meeting you? No but grateful, now I have new things to listen and watch but every time I do I wish you were here so we can lock eyes… and get lost in them but I can't remember them you pushed me away when I studied you, smiling, blushing, saying, “stooopp” while you sunk your cold soft hands into my eyes. It gave me goosebumps and a high feeling. I wish to find someone who wishes for me