Absence

How I wish you were here hugging me close to your heart to prove me the fact that it always beats rapidly everytime I'm around. How I wish you were here brushing my hair to wipe away all insecurities I have been keeping. How I wish you were here sniffing my scent to soothe me in silence as I tell you how tiring my day was. How I wish you were here kissing me while cupping my cheeks so there would be no distances separating us, anymore. How I wish you were here to be the last person I see before I close my eyes.

How I wish you would be there in the morning to be the first person smiling to me the moment I open my eyes. How I wish we could be there to cuddle enjoying the warmth and natural smells of each other before we start our daily activities. How I wish I would be there on top of you showering you with cute smooches all over your face as your special breakfast. How I wish time would stop ticking as we treasure our loving moments.

How I wish to replace your blanket at night to shoo away the cold that wants to disturb you. How I wish to swap positions with your morning coffee in order to taste your lips as a routine. How I wish to be with you in every second of my life, to feel you in my embrace, to stare at your wonderful eyes. But real love is not selfish, it tells me to not force you to always be with me; it's torturing yet challenging. Sincere love teaches me to be sure of you even when you are far away, to give you spaces to dance your dreams and be your own self. Unconditional love is not about how many hours have been spent together, how often our bodies bump into one another; it's about how we feed each other's souls with trusts. True love persuades me to liven up your presence within your absence, as if you were always here, you were always near.

*Written on 02.00 A.M while listening to Ed Sheeran's Photograph as I gaze to our photos. Oh, I miss you so damn much, boo.