musings

Few more days to go, and it will be a year.

I had him in front of me.

I was asking questions he couldn’t answer directly.

He held my hands, and told me that he needs to go.

I cried in silence.

I know I couldn’t do a thing.

It was his beliefs, his principles, against my feelings.

Who am I to argue.

I love him. So much.

But there’s nothing in the world that I could do to hold him close to me everyday.

To be with him like we used to.

And I miss him terribly with each passing day.

Holding him dearly in my heart.