"when you are furthest from me, I want you the most"

I didn't want her her board her plane. I wasn't there like I said I would be. She did tell me not to come. And who cares I had work? So why does it feel like such a big let down. Maybe because I thought, that in the back of her mind, she wanted me to show up. She wanted me to come and surprise her.

I wanted to run up behind her, surprise her, kiss her like she's the only girl in the world. I wanted to do that for her. But even if I could break all the traffic laws in the world I still wouldn't get there on time......

I rubbed my temples as I stood alone in my kitchen at 2:51 drinking coffee for the first time in years. I stare out the window to the dark lit sky. I bring my cup to my face as the tears slowly deep down. I didn't notice it until I looked in my cup and I saw my reflection followed by the interrupted ripple caused by my tears. I place my cup on the counter and lean against the counter. I smile because I know she's safe. I know she's out there. She will always be the love of life. But more then anything I wish that she was right here beside me. I pull my phone out of my pocket and stare intently, it's not even the first day and I'm breaking down inside. I smirk and chuckle as if I could forget her. I fight my urges and put my phone back in my pocket. I finish my coffee and whip my tears. I go back in my room and I lay down. But before I close my eyes, she's the last image in my head. And the last person I think about before I fall asleep....

What blind love

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