Days turn to weeks.
Weeks turn to months.
Months turn to years.
It may not have been year, months, or weeks but I still miss you.
The very thought of you makes me smile and tears me apart knowing you're not with me.
We may be apart now but we have never been closer.
I can feel your hand holding mine.
I can smell your perfume.
I can see your reflection in the mirror behind me.
We may be a world apart but it feels as if were standing in the same room.
You holding me as I hold you.
Time seems to stand still when we are together, and I never want it to continue.
There will come a day when we must part ways.
I do not fear that day, I embrace it.
For it tells me that we had a life time together.
A life time with you, well that's more than I could ever ask.
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A Dying Soul Under The Cherry Blossom Tree
PuisiThis book is nothing but a passion project of mine. All criticism is welcome. Understand I don't expect anyone to read this but that matters not. At the end of the day this is meant to bring me peace of mind. So when I'm gone I'll have something in...
