Dried Flowers

I hold onto cherished memories of you, 

I wonder, 

Will they fade away? 

I romanticize every moment we have. 

I always do. 

From our whimsical conversation of becoming superheroes, 

to the laughter we shared over the eccentricities of others' thoughts. 

About our diverse backgrounds yet some of our tastes aligned,

how you wait,

how I wait longer,

how I write and talk longer than you,

Even unto the difficult topics that I haven't talk with someone else. 

Somehow I feel safe.  

I just drowned in my own fantasies.

I think it's true, 

perhaps this tear are mine to bear,

for I've fallen too deeply, 

too profoundly. 

It's the pure feelings, which I have for you, 

You were aware of it, or so I wish... 

I barely remember how we could be close enough, 

but only as almost a lover, 

yet they say, "almost is never enough."

This might be the end of the last memories I had about you. 

Just like the colors of dried flowers, 

...... Will eventually they fade away?