Jan 2015
There will always be a time, when he is leaving me.
He leaves now, as a test for what is to come. This month I will be alone, and the only things I will have are the technological communications to suffice for my emotional cravings. His body won't be here. I won't be able to hear him take in deep and peaceful breaths. I won't be able to look up to see his eyes gazing down at me, or him attempting to mask an ever so slight smile on his lips. He won't be here to take my face into his hands, to kiss my forehead, my eyelids, my nose, my lips. His kisses will be whispers in the wind, traveling far distances to keep our relationship alive.
In a few months, he will depart for what I fear is to be for good. He is going take on the world and to live his life. He is going to give true beauty to the world with his alluring smile, and show the world what it is like to truly be passionate about something. I do support his every move, I do.
However
I am utterly terrified because he soon will become a memory. A sweet reminiscence of what I had. His being will become merely an image in my mind, instead of a concrete person in front of me. I am sad to say it, but I am realizing that I am selfish. Because I need him here. With me.
There are always times where he will go off, to do greatness. This is my curse for falling for a free spirit. I just hope and pray that there will always be a time when he comes back.
He leaves now, as a test for what is to come. This month I will be alone, and the only things I will have are the technological communications to suffice for my emotional cravings. His body won't be here. I won't be able to hear him take in deep and peaceful breaths. I won't be able to look up to see his eyes gazing down at me, or him attempting to mask an ever so slight smile on his lips. He won't be here to take my face into his hands, to kiss my forehead, my eyelids, my nose, my lips. His kisses will be whispers in the wind, traveling far distances to keep our relationship alive.
In a few months, he will depart for what I fear is to be for good. He is going take on the world and to live his life. He is going to give true beauty to the world with his alluring smile, and show the world what it is like to truly be passionate about something. I do support his every move, I do.
However
I am utterly terrified because he soon will become a memory. A sweet reminiscence of what I had. His being will become merely an image in my mind, instead of a concrete person in front of me. I am sad to say it, but I am realizing that I am selfish. Because I need him here. With me.
There are always times where he will go off, to do greatness. This is my curse for falling for a free spirit. I just hope and pray that there will always be a time when he comes back.
