We were invincible once.
Don’t you remember the day I wrote your name on my hand, with a little heart? “Take a picture, it’ll last longer” I did just that. And it lasted a lot longer than those scribbled words. A lot longer than those feelings behind the ink. You held onto that picture for a long time, didn’t you? For a while, you happily showed it as an illusion that you were happy to have me. You took it down, away from where anyone else could see. I didn’t think too much of it at the time. Maybe because I had convinced myself that you would always love me, and I would always love you, and no silly picture of your name on my hand would make any impact. I miss feeling like we were invincible.
