These quiet times...

I miss you even though you've never been mine. I miss the way you look at me, and the way I can get lost in your smile. I miss how you used to hold my hand and tell me that everything will be just fine. I miss the faint smell of strawberries when I'd undress you, and the way I could feel your warmth when we got lost in our embrace. I miss the journeys that we shared and the tales we told each other. I am at a loss for words when you even send a glance my way. I think you might be the one, the one this soul has craved and ached for since it was torn asunder. You are the missing pieces. The exception to the rule, and consequently the reason it even exists. And he is the boy who has dreamt that you will be his, that one day you shall lay in his arms and feel as if there is no greater love in the world. We are but a moment away from intertwining, and while it shall certainly be hard either way, the threads of this story need to unravel. It has gone on long enough, and the universe demands a satisfactory end. I think you might be my one true love, the person who'll give me every reason to stay, and make me want to love until the end of time. All that needs to be done is the impossible - to leap without knowing how deep, and to fly without having wings.