I remember...

a time where my heart actually stopped throbbing with pain at the mere sound of her name. That was when I was in perfect harmony with myself and everything around me because I could hear her voice and lose myself in her eyes everyday... that time was a long time a go. Now I sit here talking to her hundreds of miles away, unaware whether or not she can still detect my feelings for her from my few lines of text. It still feels as though my every message to her must be perfectly orchestrated in order for me to gain her attention and not bore her. We start talking aimlessly about things that do not matter, never about things of importance like our past together. I do not know why I cannot move on like so many people have and despite encouragement from several others and it is for this reason that I still talk to her, to see if my spirit still reignites at the sound of a new message received from 'her'. From being able to hear her voice from the silent late hours of the night up till the chirping of birds in the morning, I now communicate to her by text only. I seek any source of emotion from her like a scavenger, and feel relieved to see a smiling face at the end of her messages or sometimes even a winking face. O' how words cannot describe the unique feeling I get and the smile on my face from simple things like that. The mere idea that she could be thinking the same way as the symbolism behind each picture revitalizes all hopes of ever reuniting with her.