How long will this take? When will this end? This sweet, yet painful longing that tears at my heart and threatens to consume my essence. This longing of having my arms wrapped around you and whispering sweet nothing so meaningful so deep. The pouring of my heart like water from a cistern. So pure so sweet so very like me. All this longing out of waiting. Waiting for you to come into my life and make me full and loved again.
We meet, we love, we live and then we die. What we leave behind are memories of time we shared together.