Cold Space.

At one point he was the happiest human being settled inside my heart. It didn't matter what we secretly dealt with, we could find joy in the simplest of things. As time passes with cold space of his absence, I'm forgetting so much. I always think that the next day could be the end of my waiting. But if only it could be a "today" instead of a "tomorrow." 

It never truly felt like he left, but I know he did. I was so used to just knowing we'd be okay soon enough because we'd reunite each time we'd part. Faithfully he'd remain, and faithfully I'd love him just the way he was. God only knows how I did it, He gave me the strength to. I put my heart on the line and I don't even regret it. 

At this point, I really want to chase after him.

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