I find myself yet again...

As I lie down upon my queen size bed, bundled up, alone. I find myself reaching for something, or in this case, someone, that is not there. I reach for him, only to open my eyes, to be greeted with the sight of nothing. Each time I lie my head down upon my pillow, I can feel him beside me. Yet, he is nowhere near me. Every time I venture out of my house, I feel him by my side, still. He is not there.

It is hard to describe how I feel, it’s very hard indeed. I just find myself reaching for something that I cannot have, at least at this very moment. I am sure that he is doing the same exact thing; I know that he too lies his head down. Upon his pillow, to reach for me, only for me not to be there. I cannot even start to describe how much I want to be there, with him, or him be here with me. Every time he goes to bed, even though he is countless miles away from me. I can feel him reaching for me, and I am sure that he can feel me reaching for him.

Ever since that day, the day which I embraced him the very fist time. I knew that this was meant to be. All that I long is for him to be with me. I wish I could be with him, every second of my life.