There were times where I thought I saw her, felt her, rapidly turning around to find her, only to realize very quickly it was just wishful thinking. My mind playing games that I had no interest in participating in.
I couldn’t do it anymore.
It hurt too much.
Every day that went by was another day without her. Another day where I didn’t see her, hold her, kiss her, love her...
Another day that she didn’t come to me. And God help me that was all I wanted. I needed her to come back to me like I needed air to breathe.