Your feelings are worn, tired, and tested. I feel the pressure and I feel the space. I stopped counting the days. They all roll into one now. They have no beginning or end, because you are not in them. I constantly say things I wish I could take back. I wonder if somewhere I took a wrong step that caused you to no longer be there when I opened the door. I open the door still. Always looking and waiting.
I see the past like an open sore mending itself, but leaving a scar. Will I see the face that bears the scar of a thousand years once more, I do not know. That fate is left up to the feet and hands. The body that will take it where the mind once longed to be.
I always say that love always has a way, even if it spends much of it’s time lost in a valley. Valleys are warm and soon you must climb the mountain out of necessity. When you get to the summit you will be delighted again. Slide down the otherside to where love lies. That is where I’ll be waiting. Mountains were meant to climb and people to be loved. Always remember the true words of your heart because when we are gone our love is what is left behind.
-G.
(a million tweets and facebook statuses all rolled into one meaningless piece of unliterature.)
You’re welcome.
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