The beginnings are always so blissful. Living for the next moment you can steal away the world and hold it tight just between the two of you. Avoiding the thought of just how quickly they will come to take you away from me again. I see you and you take my breath away. Oxygen seems harder and harder to find as you approach what has now become my quivering trembling body. You take away my thoughts. Only you remain, so you become my all. My sustenance. My existence. I breathe you in. Deeply inhaling - trying to fill every cell with your presence, your love. When we are apart, I suffocate, gasping for air. You course through my veins, permeating every cell as you encounter it. The montage of the past decade flashes in front of me, leaving me wondering where it all went. At what point did this veer off course? The leaves began to fall. Time has a way of distorting, destroying, corrupting. Wrinkles dug deeper into brow; years of worry and heartache cannot be hidden on my face, nor neatly tucked under the rug of false pretenses and modified memories. Accurate recollection gives way to the emotions, which are clearly mistaken, but that carry more weight in the heart regardless of the incorrectness. Now, here I sit, thinking back on it all and the only thought that I know is real, is that the beginnings are always so blissful.