It seems like all I can do is miss you. The millions of thoughts rush through my head along with the blood; questions, wonderings, gentle "What if?" scenarios that cloud and clot to the point of hallucinations. Sleep deprivation is a perfect excuse for being irrational and rash, but how can I resist sleep when I just might have a glimpse of you? The memories are too potent, milked dry with remembering and wishings that more could, would come. So I reach farther back; delve into the depths that existed before this bittersweet pairing. The little laughs, smiles, comments that I never put together before. How was I so blind to you? It seems that I only chose to open my eyes when my subconscious self knew that I'd reached my limit of rejection. And I have no regrets whatsoever. But we could've had so much more time. Ha, time again. Doesn't matter who I'm besotted with, that nasty cache always seems to twist things one way or another. Damn, this is the most candid I've ever been. How can I tell you just how much you are? All that you are? I can't, it seems, but I'll give it a shot with some analogies. The way Bella feels about Edward, multiplied a thousand times over. Like a jewler worships its diamonds, like a mother kissing her child good night, like Elizabeth finally finding sweet salvation in Will's arms. I miss you. I miss your hair and your hugs and your faces and your eyes and......... I could go on, but I've already said too much.
Deoxyribose Dollface · Tue Dec 30, 2008 @ 02:03am · 0 Comments |