what is forever?

It's been years.

I figured I might try to pick up a pen I thought had long since run dry. Bic pens and blank pages, like a time warp. I haven't even written since-...

I can't believe we're here.

"Once upon a time" was so long ago, that I don't even know how to process the emotions that suddenly spring forth like the smell I long for in summer.

I longed for this place.

Everytime I tried to leave, the smallest things would remind me that I was still alive and you were on this planet, somewhere far away but still beside me.

I wanted to come home.

After all the time that I tried to find the things that I found in your eyes, I've been so tired of empty souls and their broken cries, taking pieces of me. Seeming to be what I look for and say that I need, until-...

I never thought-...

-... there was nothing left that I knew of myself. If you had asked me, I wouldn't know who I thought I was.