its been 17 days since you left, i've been feeling a new kind of pain.
Its an empty pain, it doesn't numb me because i feel it but it doesn't hurt when i reflect on it, its not an ache and its not a misery.
This pain is not a passing thunderstorm, but an infinite drizzle.

Its a pain i've never felt before but we have something that i've never had before, i'm not willing to give it up.
I'd much rather us grow apart, and gain the necessary life experiences that'll draw us back together, instead of forcing something that'll cause me to grieve more in the future.
What'll be, will be. Hopefully, maybe.







i hope not.

I want to roll over in the night and feel your enchanting presence.
You're intoxicating.
I want to feel your arm flop over my torso in the night, and hear your sleepy whimpers.
Being with you makes me weak in the loveliest of ways.
Why, I could lie awake and listen as you breathe, watch your lungs as they tactfully rise up and down, for hours.
You, my dear, are mesmeric. Trance-enduring, and ever so magnificent.
You're the exact thing i've been fantasising about. You're the escape I need to keep myself sane in the audacity that's more commonly known as reality.

You're my one and only.