I cry. I weep . Every time I remember him. Every time I see him.
I hold myself back. Trying to force my feelings for him back into my emotions that had drove me. I can only carry around my broken heart. My heart that is but only broken. shattered. And hurt with the whelps of pain.
I fear. I die. Of this feeling that is called love. Love growing further away. My heart, aching of what's left of this love for him. My heart shrinks at time the sun grows further away from the sight of shadows.
I find myself holding myself tightly and tighter than ever before. Only remembering the past of what's within my memories.
I seem to have found myself each and every night. Not being able to let go. I wish to wait for his return. Swiftly within my grasp within my keep. Only once again may my happiness. May my emotions. May my love for him. May only return.