i wish, more than anything, to have a few more seconds with you.
a second seems so small, but being able to see you even once more would satisfy me.
i just want to tell you i love you one more time.
spend one last meal together, or talk to each other before parting again.
i want to hug you and have you rub my hair as you tell me it will all be okay.
i want to hear your advice on stupid small problems that are not worth my time, and have you chuckle as you watch me freak out over the small details.
i want you to see me at my happiest again, and i want to see you happy.
i hope i dont ever forget your laugh, or the way your face looked when you smiled at me.
oddly, its the little, specific things about you i miss most. the way no one in the world can sound like you, or talk to me the way you did. the way you hated your hand writing even though i tried to replicate it. the cooking supplies you bought even though we didnt need them seeming as how you hated cooking anyway.
i know its impossible, and selfish, but if i could have just a moment of time to be with you again, it would be enough.
it would be enough to simply feel your arms wrap around me once again, or hear you say how proud you are of me.
i just wish we could have one more second, but i promise ill make my remaining ones worth it, and hopefully one day you can look down and see how much i achieved in your name and find one last time to be proud of me.
i love you.
