it begins with mental images. then slowly, deliberately, the sensation moves into my heart, where it causes a very specific ache.
the dull throb of a cut with just a bit of dirt rubbed in.
and while i ache, the memories come...
i recently spent the better part of a day feeling like my face was buried in your chest--you know that spot my forehead touches if i'm hugging you with no shoes on? there. i was right there. your arms lingered on my waist, resting on my hips.
there is no rhyme or reason to these flashbacks. they simply visit, merciless, immune to repeated choruses of "we're not speaking anymore".
we're not speaking
so i'm left here, alone. trying to scribble and type the ache away, praying for dreams and asking them not to actually come...because i'll only miss you more if i see you there.
i can't help wanting to see you.
i know. this is messy. it's been messy between us for a long time.
what i know:
1. we are mirror images of each other, reflecting negative and positive polarities depending on varied situations and life stages.some days the knowing is enough.
2. we will always love each other.
3. we will seek each other out.
the days i write / cry / scream / sulk are the days it isn't.
i miss you. so much.