3 months have passed ever since we stopped talking. Every once in a while I would let my mind wander back to when I still had you and let myself relish in the tingles and the rush that ran through my whole body. Never this strong, never was it this intense like it could consume me inside out till I’m left screaming for more. You seem fine without me, and because of that you need to know every time I walk past you, I have the urge to combust into fiery flaming butterflies. Can I hold you one last time like before? But maybe not, not like this.