Do you ever stop and look towards the sunset while walking back home?

I do.

And I always wonder who’s watching the same sky… the same direction- the same sun. I always wonder if anyone else also feels the emotional weight it tends to set on me. But there’s one person I wonder about the most.

It’s you.

It may not be much, but I gave you what I had then, and I’ll give you what I have now and forever. Just as the sky burns this orange-red and purple, my emotions burn as I think of you. I see your face in the clouds, and I swear to God I can feel you just the same as I could then… but it isn’t the same. And I wonder if you’ll ever think of it the way I do. I wonder if you ever take the time to think like this.

Do you?

And as always, the sun finally disappears behind the horizon; the sky still burns deep pink. Do you ever look up and wonder where I am? Do you ever feel the need to see me just once, even if from a distance? I do. But will you ever need me as much as I’ve come to think I need you? Will you ever look up and yearn to get a hold of me just once, and then move on with your life? I do, but I can’t move on. I always wonder if you’ll ever rekindle the little flame that is barely burning; the flame that was us. The red glow pulls me deeper into thought. Do you ever ask God why you can’t be with someone you truly want to be with?

I don’t.

Because I know it’s you. There’s no need to ask. Even if there was someone else, all I would feel when I touched them would be you- all I could taste… all I could see… and that ruins it. I can’t stand to be away, and it’s tearing me the hell apart. Do you look in your room and see me lying there, staring out the window on the far side? I do it every day. I can’t even stay in my room anymore.
The light finally dies and gives way to darkness, like the life that was ‘me and you’. There are some things you just can’t do, and some things in this case will kill you slowly- cut off your air, suck your tear ducts dry, and make you sink into a depression so great that life cuts short in your mid-forties.
Will you ever wonder where I am again? Will you ever feel the need to call? Will you look up and wish I were there? Will you ever wish that the person in front of you, pouring their HEART out to you, was me?

I will.