Did it hurt you, when you said your final farewell. When you, with only a few words, sent me whirling into the coldest, darkest, loneliest part of the world.

Everyone tells me to follow my heart. I guess that means I’m going on a trip, for my heart is with you, far away from me for you kept it when you left me.

As you slowly reached for my hand again, after we were apart for so long, my stomach filled with a feeling that I had never had before. I laid my head on your shoulder and asked you what it meant, and you told me that I already knew.