I miss her. I miss her touch. I miss gazing into piercing eyes. Oddly enough I miss her questioning me, picking my brain about what I truly believe. No one has every had such an impact on me and my life. I avoid snails at every cost and feel sad if I step on one. Only she will really understand that. Its been just over a month since we last spoke. Every possible scenario runs through my head but I reassure myself with the words she has written in the past. I count on those words to still ring true today. I want her to have her time to figure things out but I just did not imagine it to be like this. I want her to know that I have learned from the past. I will still be the same caring and supportive person as before but also I am different. I am more willing to listen to a view that may differ from mine. I have come to realize that the differences that I thought were such a big deal between us before, now mean very little. So much more I wish to share with her.
My actions will be my evidence and only she can decide what is right.
My actions will be my evidence and only she can decide what is right.