The way my eyes and mind seemingly pursuit vastly different avenues at one time is nearly as amazing as the realized notion that I am still hung up on you. While at work, relaxing and other activities you seem to come into and gather the part of my mind that can see with out eyes, outside of time. There we are and I remember. But the memory of touch, of kisses, cuddling, love and... Those sensations I can only watch as they happened. I do not relive or feel them. Even where you remain mine. It is not the same. And I wonder what your kisses felt like when you pressed those perfect lips to mine. I know I enjoyed it. I miss it.