One day I will accept you being gone. I will realize that you are not in that tan chevy driving next to me. I will stop following that man in the mall who's face I want so bad to be yours. I will stop waiting for you to call and tell me you are coming home. I won't smell your cologne in a crowded room and feel the need to make absolutley sure that you aren't somehow near.
However, I will always desire to have you next to me. I will forever long to feel your touch on my skin. I will think of you everyday until you are by my side again. I will never stop wanting the love I lost. I have realized that my other half is missing, and with it so too is my ability to feel whole. You should be here with me, right by my side. But life doesnt make sense, and hasn't since you died.