My heart is so entirely broken that i don't know myself anymore.
I do however know, that I will never be entire again. The memory of such happiness will never leave me.
I miss him so much that my heart burns through my chest at almost every moment. I find my life quite spun around now, in to a new and unmistakeably darker orbit. The truth is, i would like nothing else but to spend ten thousand years together with him, wrapped up in his tender arms, making him smile at each moment and watching him breathe. There is now nothing else that I want. Life is not glorious now as it was then, for too short a time.
It feels as a perpetual state of mourning does, as a moth perhaps feels in a web.
