A year ago...
the thought brings me pain
it reminds me of who I was
selfish, lost, angry, sad.
Who was I?
I was a shell of who I am
apathetic and blind to hope.
Then my love met me in the summer
a long 3 years spent apart finally
turned into gold as I kissed her lips
for the first time.
I had never been in love before this moment
she made me feel real and whole.
I guess that's why I was torn apart when
she had to return home.
I realized just how much my life means to me
how much her love means to me.
I finally started moving forward,
instantly my mind filled with images
her entire being...
Like a drug I was addicted to, I needed her again.
I told myself now is the time,
I changed myself
I started working
I started being kind again
I started listening again
I started smiling again...
The sadness in my heart from us being apart
does not outweigh the hope for the future.
Until next summer, I'll be waiting.