It has been that long.

One year and seven months.

It has been that long since I last saw you.
It has been that long since I heard your voice, since I looked into your beautiful eyes, and since I last saw your perfect smile.
It has been that long since I last felt you in my arms, and since I last felt your touch.

It has been that long.
But I still crave for you - for your affection, for your love, and for the passion we used to share.
I still look forward to feeling the heat of your body, the gentleness of your kisses, and the warmth of your touch.
I still crave for everything about you, and simply thinking of you still awakens the emotions I kept hidden for so long - emotions that I never thought could be as powerful as they had been.

It has been that long.
But I still miss you.
It still hurts more a little each day as we lose more time.
My mind shuts down as it fights the truth that's trying to seep in - the truth that you're long gone and moved on.
My heart still painfully breaks into tiny pieces as I watch you spend your life with someone else.
And my life gets more dull as the days pass by without you coming back home to me.

One year and seven months.
It has been that long.
But my feelings have never changed.
You are still home to me.

One year and seven months.
It has been that long.
But I still love, want, and miss you the same.
I still don't want anybody else.