I sit here alone feeling so empty and lonely. I think of you often~ every minute of the day, wondering how you are, what you are doing, wishing I could hold you. I sit remembering all we've shared dreaming of all that will be, and crying a tear for every minute we are apart. At times I tell myself I am strong and the time apart will go quickly, yet at others, I sit and cry and wonder why love must hurt this way. Through somewhere in the loneliness... somewhere in the emptiness, I find myself feeling very loved, and I realize that it's not the loving that hurts so much... it's being without you. |