Writing, Whatever

Holding yours.

My hands are dry now,

I'm not tired or sluggish. I'm actually the happiest I've ever been. With your head on my chest. You make it hard to get out of bed.

Each morning I actually look forward to.

My fridge is stocked with breakfast food.

Lunch was my first meal before I knew you.

The curve of your hip, the dip of your lips.

The hand in my hand.

The smile on my face.

The reason for my laugh.

The light of my life.

She's golden.

She's sun.

Yet all I can feel is happiness.

You look so carefree.

You look so happy.

You look well.

Everytime I see you,

Confirms it for me.

We were meant to love,

Nothing but the best.

I'll be watching through friends,

Watching from a distance.

I'll never be in love with you again.

For which I am so thankful.

I'll love you as one loves an old friend.

I'll see you smile in pictures.

More than we ever did together.

I wish you nothing but the best.

to have someone occupy my mind.

Yet day in and day out,

Along all the previously broken seams.

You make me feel things I've never felt.

You make my heart feel like it was never broken.

You make me feel.

My arms around yours.

Your hand in mine.

My hand in yours.

My thoughts as I fall asleep always drift to you.

I can't wait to sleep these days.

No one was waiting.

Part of me expected you to be there, smiling.

I got off a plane today.

I knew you wouldn't be waiting.

we've reached the end.

only hours now.