I still see you every day, yet it’s different. It’s not out of bitterness or depression, nor heartbreak. My stomach sinks when I think about it. Another day passes where I don’t hold your perfect body, feel the soft touch of your lips, or caress your waiste with my loving hands.

I know it’s necesary, but not a day passes where I wish we could fast forward, where nothing else existed. Only us. There would be no one in our way, and nothing to keep us apart.

My love does not give out as the months pass, it only waits for your return… I despise time, for it fights my soul that holds on so dearly to your love. It passes slowly, making me feel every second. “Press on” says my soul… I’ve always trusted my soul, and it has done me no wrong so far.

I will follow my feelings in hope of being with you again… and when I have you once more, I shall never allow time to take you again…

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