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To be with you, standing near you, sitting by you. If I could, I would turn back time. If I could, I would walk a thousand miles to be in your presence. If I could, I would use the sky as my mural and paint my feelings for you from end to end. I have never hidden that I am scared of commitment and treasure my independence. Just the thought of giving all of myself to someone seemed impossible. Yet with you, I feel freer than I have ever been. You are the only one I could see myself sharing my life with. Yet you are the one I cannot be with. Maybe you did not try hard enough, but it appears more likely that I gave you up out of fear, and you walked out of my life forever. I cherish every moment spent with you, and yearn for more. You make me feel like none other before. Sometimes I even wish I had not met you at all. The longing for you will always be like a throbbing headache, always there to remind me of you. And when I look in the mirror, the reflection there will always taunt me about my cowardice to face up to my feelings for you. It has been a months since I have seen you. I miss you so much. That is the story of my life. A life where I ran away from anything that felt like it could crumble the carefully constructed walls around my heart, looking beyond the iciness of my façade.
Approximate Word count = 1000
Approximate Pages = 4
(250 words per page double spaced)
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