i don’t know if i believe in reincarnation;
i refuse to believe that our love didn’t mean something.
the way i fell for you,
like there wasn’t a single thing that mattered but you,
i can’t believe that our ending was just that,
so i like to believe that we’re still in love,
maybe in another lifetime,
you still love me & i still love you,
things are good.
you still hold my hand so tight that all of my broken pieces fit together.
you still hug me like it’s the only thing you want to wrap your arms around again.
you still kiss me like you’re starving for me & i think it’s all still there.
it’s all there.
in another world.