As I stare into the sky with nothing short of a blind man’s gaze, I weep. My soul and my heart hold each other, and all that I am comes together for a unified feeling of sadness. Although I’ve had some of the best highs of my life with you, I can’t help but think that I’ll be missing the next best high without you. Through my tears I smile with the thought that maybe, but in this instance my hope takes the back seat. Knowing that we have been here many times doesn’t discourage me. I trust the process and would proceed for a million years at a snails pace if it meant we would do it together. But maybe my words are pure emotion and I have not upheld my end of the partnership, for I strive to be what I am not. To be everything you need would be more than I am, but it never stopped me from believing. I believe in things that are genuine…and there isn’t a more genuine feeling than your hand touching mine, because at that moment the world becomes the least of my worries. It would be foolish of me to say that feelings such as these only come once in a lifetime, but what I do know is that, in anyone’s lifetime they would be most fortunate to even experience what we have once.