The sun was up earlier.
My head heavy with sleep.
Heart full, but still longing.
I keep seeing his eyes.
Feeling his hand on my face, my chest.
Wondering how his lips still taste the same.
He’s below me, and above me .
His warmth surrounding me.
When I left, I felt sick.
I don’t want to miss this.
Slowly, I find myself fearing more.
I don’t want that.
I know I can’t lose anything more than what I already have before.
I feel less tired.
Less restless.
Less aimless.
I don’t feel like I’m missing anything.
I don’t need someone to complete me, but, he sure does make the world make more sense.
I wish I kept my eyes open.
Time runs when you’re not looking.
I know this.
And that’s why I’m trying to stay awake for all of it.
Sometimes things change when you’re resting.
Tomorrows are different.
I feel my throat tighten around a million words.
None of them fit.
Nothing can explain this.
I never could.
But he knows.
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