You want me to write something deep, but would you take the time to read it ?.

I sit here so warm. My thoughts wonder. I won't allow them too wonder to you, though. I will be strong. I will tell myself, I can. You do it so easily, almost too easily. I won't tell myself that I need you near; I will tell myself that not everything has to remind me of you. I will not fumble, nor shall i stumble, your voice shall be a to distant to hear. It will no longer ring in my ears, it will be as subtle as to why a raindrop chooses what leaf it lands on. Soon, I will allow myself to drain complete thought of you, with time, this too will come. Only, for now, your voice rings in my ears; you're everywhere I go, no matter how far i run. Everyone looks like you, your imperfections, for now, are still not seen. But soon time will come, you will change and so will I. We will drift, and go our separate ways. Your face will soon disappear in the crowd. Your voice will not be the soft melody I had once heard. But the feeling, for every time I shall look at you will still exist, something that can only fade so much; there will still be that spark that's only absent when you go away. When you are back though, there will be no fighting it, no turning the other cheek. Somethings are just men't to stay. For a reason I just can't explain..

x.