I hate going through this every day. It’s torture and it’s pain. To see your loved one everyday but not be able to speak to them, to not be able to love them. I feel like there is a wall between us now, time slowly eroding our bond. The past looks so much better, much more welcoming then the present. It looks tempting and all the memories we had together make me want to live in the past rather than now. We’re stuck like two stone statues looking at each other. Unable to speak, unable to touch, and only allowed to gaze into each other’s stone cold eyes. I miss your liveliness, I miss your warmth. And as I’m writing this, I’m thinking about what you’re doing. You’re probably running, running with thousands of other people. Visiting hundreds of other countries, going aboard trains, planes, boats, and cars, and seeing everything there is to see in the world except for me. Your mind is off somewhere else, somewhere in the future. I guess I’m the one who’s at a loss now, since while you’re fighting your way into the new world, I’m still dwelling on our past. Sadly enough though, we all grow up sooner or later, but before I give in, let me remember the things we did on last time. I’ll miss you.