I can go days on end where your presence in my mind does not bother me, I’m used to it. You’re the ghost from my past that haunts me for days on end as if you’re trying to tell me something. A constant reminder, trying to steal an admission of guilt and remorse from the things I’ve done in the last two years as if it would make up for the burdens and heartaches from the year before.
Whenever my eyes catch even the merest glimpse of your being I feel like I’m being drowned in my own oblivion struggling to stay afloat and gasping for air. It’s so easy to let you consume my mind and tear my soul because once upon a time I could not even bare the idea of our souls not being intertwined and our love no longer on the same wavelength.
Some times I wish I could relive every passionate moment and enchanting minutes we spent together; it was the time of my life, and I knew it was the time of his but I know it wouldn’t last forever.
I engulf myself in the notion that if you’re really my true love you’ll come back to me one day. I believe in true love, like the fairy tales. He’s out there somewhere, maybe I just haven’t found him yet.