It’s in these quiet moments when I can’t help but think about you.
Little things remind me of past time and I feel my heart tug in your direction.
Unspoken words and unrealized plans uncover themselves in my memory.
Absence can make the heart grow fonder, while forgetting reasons why absence seemed like a good idea in the first place.
I don’t know if I will ever be done.
If this feeling will ever disappear.
What is more powerful than the memory of a love just out of reach?
One that slipped through your fingers, even as you tried to hold on in desperation.
Love that’s been encased in a glass box, condemning you forever as a spectator to what could have been.
There is no room for reality here.
Only dreams unfiltered will do.