when all i can think of is you.

6 days, Stranger: A water droplet?

Me: No, a single tear. And it has in it all the pain and the love that could have been.

one day in and all i get is this pounding of the heart amongst a ton of work, and the immeasurable searing pain that doesn't seem to know when to stop eating at my heart. i wish you would turn around and tell me everything's fine. i wish you would wake up in the morning and start in anew. i wish i could hold you one last time and tell you it'll be alright, that we'll wake up feeling fine.