You have to let it all go. The way he kissed you, the way he smelled, the way he touched your waist and pulled you in. You have to let it go and you have to let him go. Because that’s who he was, not who he is.
I need a man who will take me to country festivals/concerts, hiking, camping, cruising, stargazing, and horse back riding. I need someone who will explore with me and go on adventures. And kiss me on the forehead. That last part is a must.
Maybe I should let you go.
Just let it be. You may as well. Everything moves in and out at its own time. You have no control. You never did, you never will.