**originally posted on 11/06**

 

When time spent has been blissful, carefree, and my cheeks are sore from smiling, at the end of my day, you are there–I feel you beside me.

 

When the sky is overcast and I find myself staring into my favorite shade of blue-gray, you are there, watching with me as sunshine and brilliant rainbows peek thru the deepest clouds.  You listen with a smile and your arm is around me as I tell you for the thousandth time, “I wish it could stay like this forever. . .”  And later that night, when the air is warm and stormy, the rain awakens me.  Thunder resounds and my senses are heightened, aching for any sign of you. I feel you then—you come to me.

 

Oftentimes, when I’m snapped back to reality by a passing car, or awakened unwillingly from the deepest dreams of us, I look around, reaching for you, swearing that you were just laughing with me, looking into my eyes, wrapped around me, inside me.

 

There are nights when hurt squeezes my body and worry takes my breath.  You are there, calming me, whispering in my ear as you envelope me in your arms—I feel you–you come to me.

 

My mind understands that you’re not here, but my heart takes you everywhere I go.  Empty spaces around me are filled with you.  Hell for me is life without you.

Come to me now.  Explain to me one last time why the world is worth knowing if you’re not here with me.