How can I put into words how much I crave you.
I would sit and watch you, committing every detail to memory.
The sadness in your eyes, the curve of your lips, the dip in your collarbones, the smooth skin across your stomach, every scar, every freckle, each mark.
The strength it would take not to reach out and pull you close to me, to hold you so tight, closing my eyes and wishing I could maintain that moment forever like a dried rose in the pages of a book, my heart dried and pressed between pages in your book.
There is nothing I want more than to link my fingers with yours, to look at you and know what we share is indefinite, undefinable, beautiful.
But for now I have to settle with this empty feeling, this permanent shadow, the reminder that you aren’t mine, I cannot have you and our future is bleak.
Every night when I close my eyes I will dream of taking care of you, sleeping beside you, promises that I will never leave because I know I never would. And every morning when I wake I have to face the reality that you are out of reach, and it was just a dream.