It still stings, my eyes.
It still breaks, my heart.
It has been a long time.
But I still haven't recovered
I can still imagine the spaces between your fingers. And I constantly wonder if mine would ever be able to fill in those tiny spaces again, like how you were able to do with this empty hole in my heart only to leave it while taking more than its half. If I could hold you now, I would. I would hold your hands first then I would let the spaces disappear by filling each gaps. After this, I would move towards you, look straight into your eyes unravelling the secrets that lie beyond those. Closer. Our lips would touch, telling the words left unsaid: "I still love you." "Please come back to me." "I miss you." "I need you." "I want you." The kiss would end and we'd avoid each other's gaze, uttering apologies. You might turn your back away from me and I would hesitate if I should call your name or just let you go, but this time for forever. Or you might stay, touch my face again and kiss me once more.
But I would never know how this is going to end. I only know the beginning with all its middle parts all made-up. I would never be able to end this if I haven't made the step to make a change in this story. And if I would ever have the courage to, I'm afraid to hear that I'm not going to be able to take you back. I'm afraid to know thaf you already found yourself back, in a place I'm never going to be a part of. Not anymore. I'm afraid that this beginning is also the end of our story, that the story of two people whose lives were once intertwined would now set to take two different and parallel lives.