When I think of you, I try to stand tall, but end up barely being able to make myself crawl. I want to run to you, crumple at your feet, and for you to come down to my level and hold me while I cry uncontrollably. The reality is I have created a vision of a life to look forward upon, but every time I think of you, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed with happiness and immense sorrow. The feelings are so contradictory, that I spiral in confusion as if going mad. Everything I see, taste, touch... everywhere I go, I’m struck with pleasant memories of you. I realize that I must have been willing to share everything I could with you. I’ve never shared even 10% of myself with anyone else... and I never intend to share as I have with you, with another ever again... as I just can’t take this feeling of having been abruptly discarded after getting so near.
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七転び八起き