I wish you could remain exactly how you are in my memory;

Tinted in a perfect rose gold.

But instead you are slowly fading;

Tainted by colors I don’t want to see.

I wish I didn’t have to see.

I wish I didn’t have to know.

And maybe that’s why I’m so scared to reach out,

Scared to try to catch up with the people who made me happiest.

I want to, I really do.

I miss them so, so badly.

But every time I pull up their contact

And type out a message,

My finger hovers over the send button.

I can’t do it.

They’re perfect in my memory,

But perfect doesn’t exist in real life.

I’d much rather hold my good memories close

Than let reality slip them through my fingers.

I loved them, I really did.

Some as friends, some as more.

And in my memory, I still do love them.

But what if they’ve changed?

What if they were never as good as I thought?

_What if I was wrong?_

Wrong, like how I’ve been so many times already.

Is it worth it?

Or is it better to let them shine like gold,

Even if it’s only in my memory?