For 27 months now I have been saving your place. In this period of waiting I have searched for you in crowds but have only seen you in my dreams. The void in my heart persists because although i see parts of you in other people, they are not you. On your eighteenth birthday I sat down and cried because on your seventeenth I still had you. When you turned nineteen nothing had changed and I thought you would be the death of me. I now detest the month of April. Every time I picture our paths intertwining again, I imagine you staying and choosing me as I have chosen you over and over again without fail. And every time I hear your name my breath catches and my heart flutters. But do I fill even the smallest crevice in your mind?
not anymore. december 26, 2014
