This world is better backward

I never felt it again. Trough the door, you grabbed my hand as you came in. The past, we fought about something that shouldn’t have mattered but for some reason, it did. It happened. We spoke softly. We were in bed. I told you,

“I love you.”

I waited and remembered.. the movies, parties, and places we’ve been.
We laughed and kissed and cried and ate and drank and made love. 

It all ended with my eyes meeting yours for the first time with the sudden, extreme feeling of expectation. 

and now, how can I miss what has never existed.