Dear John Doe

Dear John Doe,

Do you remember me? I can't remember your face. I can remember your soft lips when they touched my skin. I can remember you whispering in my ear telling me sweet things until I went to sleep. I can remember your gentle touch as you explored my skin. I can remember just how much passion you had when it came to your job, your life. I can remember all the little things, but John I can't remember what you look like. I can't remember the color of your eyes but I can remember your stare.

Actually written on 11 December 2011 for a certain guy I was dating at the time. I think I knew for a while that it was going to fall apart. Just not the way it had...