An old love should effect ones future, but that's all it does.
Moments continue and little things change this way of thinking
but there is that history. Words, answers, phrasing or a gesture can
make all these things come back. I may have forgotten but my heart
won't. This tugging and stress that washed over my body is unbearable.

Times that have long since past come rushing back. A pain that becomes
unmistakable as heartache. Intense pounding with a rush of heart life fire
burning through my heart, down my arm. No panic just shrugging to breathe,
looking for a peace that won't come till I hear words come from you, but even
that won't unsettle this burning in my heart. Making my stomach drop over this
sinking feeling in my stomach as though I should stop and not say anymore
but this drives the words out of me more. I cannot stop my fingers from moving
to say these words that you'll later read, passing on this heartache to reach you.

All you say is okay.