I find myself looking for you in every place I go to. In every face I cross. In every moment of the day. I find myself wanting to be with you, knowing it’s not possible. I find myself missing you with everything that reminds me of you. With every fiber of my being. With every smell associated with you. With all the things I wanted to do with you.
I find myself imagining what it would be like to go to a concert with you. Or to go to the art exhibit I’ve been wanting to go for so long. Or to take a trip with you. I find myself wondering what it would be like to live with you. Wondering if you would’ve taken me to Iceland. Or what it would be like when you proposed. Wondering what it would be like to be your wife.
I find myself thinking about what you are doing right now. Or what you look like today. If you are smiling. If you are happy. I find myself asking if you are thinking of me. Asking if you miss me. If you regret us not being. I find myself asking so many questions that maybe even you don’t have the answer to.
I find myself longing for you. Crying for you. Desiring you. Wanting to extend time so we could have some.
I find myself alone.