You could put a bullet through my brain, and I'd still miss you in hell.

A month ago.
31 days .
744 hours.
44,640 minutes.
2,678,400 seconds.
From this very moment.
I ran up to the man of my dreams,
And was held tightly in his embrace.
His smile light up his face,
Like the sun lights up the afternoon skies.
His eyes gleamed with happiness.
Like the stars when they fill the up the dark night.
Caught up in his presence alone.
I remembered once again what it felt like.
What it felt like to be whole again,
Not worrying about the tomorrows to come.
Or the yesterdays once held.
Now holding more then my hand.
He carries my entire being.
Treated with delicacy,
Shielded from the damage that falls all around me.
Taught once again what it feels like,
What it feels like to love.
A month ago.
I ran up to the man of my dreams.

The words you want to hear.
The words that's should be said.
Sometimes they hurt,
Or sound better in your head..