My Subconscious and I

I miss him.

Already?

Seems like forever. Every second that ticks by is an hour. And every hour a year. 

That's dramatic.

I haven't even begun.

Let him go.

I can't. He was the only one holding me sane. The only one who thought through me and who felt with me. I feel complete with him. Fulfilled.

That's just too bad, life's a bitch.

But not impossible. I can have him. If I need him, I will have him.

You can't. Some things are never meant to be.

But this is meant to be. I'm sick and tired of trying to stay afloat on my own. I'm losing energy fast. He keeps me afloat. Reminds me of what I am, what I can be. I like what I am with him. He holds me way above water, and I know he'll never let me go under. 

Maybe you should go back. 

I wish. But I don't want to belittle what we had. What we have. It's too beautiful. Like an orchestra. In sync with harmony. Playing along the lines of fire. Warm honey to the soul.

What will you do now?

There is nothing I can do. Or maybe there is. Or maybe I should just stop here and leave it exactly like it is. A reluctant Goodbye.

A goodbye can last forever. You can lose him.

I won't. I have faith. The bond is too strong. The connection too intense.

Then be strong and wait it out. Time will be sweet. 

Patience is tough. What if time runs out? Regrets are worse.

Don't go back. 

I won't. 

Yeright.

I'm serious! Not until I'm comfortable. 

I believe you.

I believe in us. I believe it will rain. I believe in the kiss.