Never Giving Up On Love

Most of my mind racing begins when I lay my head on that pillow. I keep running through the memories, questioning myself, trying to figure out this thing called love. I would lay in bed and the slightest hint of his memory can make every moment of our relationship come flooding in. It makes it seem like he was never gone, like the pain never came and the love never ended. People say it's the smallest things that truly matter. And the truth is, when it's over it's the simplest things that mean the most. The way we could laugh over the simplistic things in life. How we could act alone together, so childish, yet completely in love. The way he held me at night to how he touched me ever so gently during moments of sorrow. The way he spoke my name. The sweetness in his voice will cease to fade from my memory... It can go on, yet to know these little things weren't enough to keep us together shakes me to my core. No matter how often I dream of waking up to him by my side, they are just dreams. Nothing but a burning desire of mine. And everything that burns is destined to die out with time. It was the sweetness and passion of our love that showed me what it takes to share your heart with another human being. Now all there is to learn is how to share ones whole heart and soul. Till that day comes I have hope.