The worst part of love is being apart.
When someone you hold so dear to you has to leave.
Their arms no longer around you.
You can't fall into their warmth.
You can't smell their scent.
There are no random forehead or nose kisses.
No more laughing at nothing and everything at the same time.
There is no dancing to slow music in the bedroom, where no words are spoken. We just sway and hold each other close as the music takes us somewhere else. To another planet almost.
And the second they leave you miss them like you haven't seen them for months.
The gut wrenching pain is almost unbearable, but we make it bearable.
Till we see each other again.
Whether that be a few days or a few weeks... we wait.
We wait for our other half to return to our arms again.
