I lie in the darkness of my room. I feel the hot tears come streaming down my face.
"I know you're somewhere out there, somewhere far away... I want you back."
I replay all of our memories together.
All the times I've made you smile.
All the times I've made you laugh.
My eyes burn from all the tears.
Nobody can fill this void you've left inside of me and it's killing me.
All the good times make me happy and make me realize that you are worth waiting for...
While the other part of me struggles to cope with the fact that you aren't here.. And you won't be.. Not for a very long time...
I reach my right arm out, hoping your there. I am let down once my arm hits the cold red sheets on my bed.
I will wait as long as I have to, but please remember... I'm going through this for you. I picture picking you up from the airport. Then my brain reminds me that it's not that easy. It's not gonna happen. 2 years doesn't seem like a long time...
Each day slowly goes by, without you here. I'm trying my best, despite how much it's slowly killing me and tearing me apart. Maybe next time we see each other, we will be able to not have to worry about when the next time we see each other will be. We will be the lucky ones. We will be able to see each other every day. That. That is what I push through for.
