i'll see you in the future with your laughter lines.

i'll see you in the future, when we're older

and we are full of stories to be told...

i'll see you in the future with our laughter lines. 

// laughter lines, bastille // 

the problem is || i have a terrible memory.
i remember everything. 
every inside joke. every smile. every laugh. every conversation. every secret said and read in the way you looked at someone dear to your heart. every speech you've ever given, and every argument we could never settle. every car ride that never seemed short {or long enough} and every loose smile that tugged at my lips whenever you teased me. every moment i've never spent with you, and every person that touched your life. every story we've ever told, and every song we have ever sung.  
and i try to forget. i do. but how do you turn someone into a stranger when all your heartstrings are linked to mine? 
you're the stars sewn into my midnight skin - the dust that settles on every memory that i run into. 
you wander into my mind as easily as breathing. 
and i promised myself not to feed that little ache in my heart more than i should - 
not to be sad over the same thing twice over - the same thing that i can't fix. 
i wanted so desperately to be brave; to be the heroine of the story by moving on
but i ended up being simply a lingerer, a passerby. 
and let's face it
i have always worn my heart upon my sleeve
i've always loved too fiercely and remembered too easily
and every word of reprimand i've wanted to whisper 
are etched upon my brow
but my silence will forever scream
i miss you. i miss you. 
i. miss. you. 

maybe in the future, i'll see you with the laughter lines i didn't put there. 
and you can tell me a story. 
x.