Today, another day

I simply miss you. Days utterly go by, piercing time into my heart. How has it been a year since I have looked into your eyes? I hate straining to see your face behind mine. I swore I felt you today, so many tickles to the neck; a brush here, a brush there. After peaking around my back, I wondered what I was searching for. I am still crazy for you; you still give me chills within the passion trails through those memories. Without control, you come into my mind every time it starts to settle its waves. "There is no time line," my therapist says. But how do I escape the fear of time monopolizing on my footsteps? I continue to stand still, too scared to miss what is now never a possibility, too scared to open the door and step foot outside where you are no longer. Our story cannot be experienced by any but our own. And our own, is my own to carry. To have one love of your life is a fairytale, to know I will forever have two, is an unprecedented blessing.