“Sometimes yearning hits me hard and I so wish I was with you now and that I could hug you and feel the warmth of your chest and the strength of your arms. To inhale you into my lungs and infuse you into my blood. The distance between our bodies unbearable when the distance between our hearts is none. And I ask, “Why,” and I get no answer and the insurmountable silence weighs on my soul. Days like these, instants like these are so hard to bear. I am a flower buried under snow. Eyes unseeing, heart beating on, despite the cold, only hope driving me on with unwavering faith, certain that one day into spring’s arms I will rise again.”
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