cautiouslyoptimistic
My head is on stilts, lifted high into the heavens, floating among the clouds. Too many thoughts running around rampant. Too many things to contemplate and analyze in a thousand different ways.
I placed my heart on the table, stripped myself bare. It never seemed possible before, to feel totally naked while still fully clothed, but I understood now. Eternity was placed in those seconds while I waited not-so-patiently for your reply, but it was a price I was glad to pay, because your answer validated everything that had happened since September.
The amount of time left to this break is something that is an almost constant humming in the back of my head, a countdown to when I can escape the ghost of my former self and return to the life I have built for myself, one with freedom, independence, friends that are like a second family, and of course, you, the one that I have been craving the presence of from the second I got into my family's car that night.
The officers were in plain sight as we pulled over to the side of the road, overcome with the urge to press our mouths together frantically. Waiting until we reached the building was not an option, for this passion was the build-up of over a month apart. At least they got a good show.
The procedure was a quick one, an easy one. Relax your body and your mind; tensing up from fear of the unknown was not advised for this particular procedure. It would do no good, and would possibly cause more pain than was absolutely necessary for this procedure that is never thought of as a procedure at all.
Who knows what's going to happen in the near and distant future? Not a single person, because God had not granted humans with the gift of foresight. The future is blank, like the empty pages of a book before you begin writing.
It's the season for spending time with the people you care about the most in this world, but we're on opposite sides of the state, longing to open presents with each other on Christmas morning, kiss when the clock strikes midnight on New Year's, and hug, talk, cuddle, laugh, and kiss in that time in between, and after. I miss you. So much.
I've always been the one to yearn for summer with a passion. I'd wait all year for the first glimpse of it: sunlight streaming through the windows past seven o'clock, the warm feeling hitting your skin at every angle, sometimes causing you to burn. But this year, winter claims me, as there is nothing more beautiful than kissing the one you care about as the snow is falling around you.
Five minutes until the end of the world. Five minutes until everything we have been working towards these past few months disintegrated into nothingness. Five minutes to kiss like we had all the time in the world to share with each other. Five minutes to hold each other close and whisper the three little words we have been avoiding: I love you.