sept 16
the distance between us , me and fAith
her eyes feel like a distant memory and the memories are in the fog and i cant seem to make them out
the feel of her hands is no where to be found
i cant do anything but be patient for the return of her presence
i never knew love until i learned to be patient for her
patient for the soft kisses she gives
i never knew love was to choose her again and again and again and then some more.
