Its 12 a.m. and I am restless. Thoughts of you....the "what if's" the "what have could been's" "where did things go wrong" play like a broken record. You are not gone, but you are not mine....you never will be again, and that is enough to torment my dreams. As I drift off I succumb to the ever real knowledge that I will see you, smiling at me with that boyish grinn and those mischievous dark eyes. I will melt into your embrace and I will once more be with you as my heart longs, but only just to then wake and realize its not a reality that my heart will ever know again. I have to let you go, and with everything in me I am desperately trying. My brain has accepted the obvious, but my heart still beats with a desperate hope that maybe someday love, life, our memories will bring you back to me.
