i often wonder if you still think of me when you look up at night and see the beautiful, mystical moon illuminating your corner of the world.
or if, on a particularly beautiful day where the sky is as blue as the ocean but peppered with a few white, puffy clouds, i wonder if you try and form shapes out of them just like i used to do.
i wonder about alot of things.
but i try not to do that often because when i do, an overwhelming sadness wraps it's hold on me and the familiar pangs of longing for you begin to stir within me. and the tears begin to fall. i can taste the salty tears as they trickle down my face and over my lips.
it has been almost a year since i felt like this.