It doesn't have to be this way.

And right now, I'm feeling the sadness of not being able to talk to you. My mind is making me miss you more than ever and the repercussions are starting to become evident. However, maybe this distance between us isn't a bad thing. Maybe this is exactly what we need; something to ignite the feeling of what it is like to not have each other. Maybe we will learn from our mistakes and when we come out of this tunnel of heartache and misery, everything will be a whole lot better. Maybe, just maybe. But this isn't what I want.

Scattered thoughts.

I stood there static in a prison enclosed by four walls as time around me slowed down. The words I thought I would never hear were being shot at me one after another, piercing my chest with each fire echoing louder than the previous one. The world was spinning and nothing could seem to make it stop. Traces of tears began trickling from my eyes streaming along my face. As the teardrops struck the floor, the sound was amplified in the dead room. A cold crisp breeze swept its way in and hit me, waking me up from this world my head had concocted. It was then, when I realised that there was nothing more in this world I could ever want more than you; if I was able to have you everyday for the rest of my life, it would be enough. That no experiences encountered or memory shared could or would ever live up to the ones that await us. So, I stood there as I let the tears stream down my face and I waited taking your words like a bullet to the chest; I waited with baited breath, standing there with open arms, ready to welcome you back in again.

SALVATION.

Time to go far away in a world my head will create for me these holidays.

404

Quiet roads, soft winds and a clear sky.
Looks like I've a long day ahead of me.

Just one, just you.

All I can do now is make you smile and hope that on the other end of the line, you are far from being only okay.