Holding on to You

Flying. That's what I think now everyday when I wake up. After being in a coma for weeks I should be thankful right? I woke up when he finally came but, after he leaves.. I can't remember anything aside from the wind blowing through my hair and the crisp cold air against my face.

But then... When he shows back up memories begin to flood my mind and I begin to become who I was before that night.