It has been but a day since she returned home for an undetermined number of days, and, as it has before, it kills me slowly. I have felt an amazing amount of sorrow the weeks I have been in a... I can not define our relationship, which is the source for most of my misery, the simple fact that I have been unable to gain the information I require.
I no longer function as I used to. And the blame- no, thanks, falls on her.
I love her, I love her smile, I love her mind. But most of all I love her strength.
She has survived circumstances that would break any other person many times over.
She is the only thing that keeps me alive, without her, my death would be guaranteed.
The problem I am facing today is how I can in any way repay her, not only for what she does for me, but for simply existing and making the world a better place.
I have no right to be, and my opinion does not matter, but she makes me proud.
She is the only light in such a dark world.
And I miss her every second I am not with her. I love her...
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