It's almost three years since you walked into the room and our eyes flashed.
In that moment I saw my eternity.
Three years eased our awkward encounters trying to decipher the intentions of the other into conversations which still inspire and challenge me.
Three years lay between passionate kisses exploring the limits of our heat and pointed attacks exploring the depths of our brokenness.
Three years and many lovers later and my heart is still unable to hold space for another.
I misdirect three years worth of anger.
How could you stop my world three years ago with your eyes, your heart, your presence?
I face three years of despair.
How could your world keep spinning for three years without me in it?