I wait, but oh, the silence. Patience is fear. I love you, and wishes that I could see you again skip through my shattered mind.
Every single moment alone haunts me.
I wish I could take hold of the hands of time, and turn them; turn them so that your return is swift. I wish that I had those moments back, so I could say my goodbyes properly.
Tears blur my vision.
I wish you were next to me, by my side, and healing this aching, and fulfilling longing. My sweet, I miss you.
I miss you so much. 

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