Waking up in the morning, the previous day replays like a bad dream. I check my phone, seeing your messages from yesterday, which cloud my thoughts. I feel like a diminished version of myself, almost lifeless today. Time seems to stand still, but I long to feel alive again. I wish I could deeply connect with you. If love is just a fleeting experience, I wish it hadn't ended so soon. I remember my hands on your face – it was wonderful, even if only briefly. I'm unsure why causing you pain feels like a celebration. I'm running towards the pain, repeatedly. I'm running to my loss, and I continue to make the difference between the sky and the Earth. One day we love each other and the next we fight. Though time is the only remedy, this situation won't change me. I haven't changed, and I will return anyway, even if I am wrong.
