...I miss his touch.
The way the brush of his fingers along the back of my neck could send every nerve in my body on end.
I miss the swell of my heart; the almost unbearable yearning to be as close as humanly possible to him.
I miss the feeling of being wrapped in his arms; showered by a tidal wave of affection; a sense of importance, and relevance in someone elses eyes, as if your prescence in their world brings a warm light that nothing else can bring.
But who are you? What can we be? Where can we go?
I used to think that destiny had intricately, and expertly weaved the threads of our lives together.
Everything seemed right. Everything felt connected, falling into place like some cliche metaphor that is overly used, but couldn't be more right.
But was it truly right, or only right for that moment? I'll never know if it was the wrong timing, or the depths of our hearts that were wrong.
Don't get the wrong picture; this isn't a memory to dwell despairingly on. It's only a memory, and therefore in the past, and therefore a lesson that has hopefully already been learned.
Regardless, you are young and even if all hope seems to be gone, and your faith is out the window, and images, sweet beautiful images of what once was a part of you keep coming back like the persistence of the unsatisfied...
Just remember, love is both fragile and unstoppable. It may seem crumbled and beyond repair, but love will suprise you. It always does, with or without your permission. Expect the unexpected, and embrace the unknown, for love and the unknown are two of the most envied yet foreign concepts that occupy the mind of man. Yet we still crave it, despite the fear and anticipation.
It won't stop. We're beyond the point of no return.
I want in.
These are all a steady line of thoughts...
In My Head.
10/19/14
