Two years.

It's been two year now. My heart still aches for you, your gentle touch, the way you smell, the feel of your coarse brown hair under my fingers. The way we intertwined when we kissed, the way we couldn't get enough of each other. The way we wanted to get married and have children. We planned their names. You said that they'd have to have greek names, and I said okay. Whatever I needed to do to have you. I said I would join the greek church for you, I would learn to speak greek.


It's days like this that I long for you. It's days like this that I lie here reaching for something that I will never have.