24 July 2012
I'm not sure what's worse.
Is it knowing you lost someone you never got to meet, or finding someone you never knew existed and growing to love them - only to be forced apart again?
Those brief, fleeting moments spent together that never seem to be enough, not knowing when or if you'll ever see them again. It sometimes makes me wonder if I would be better off if I still didn't know you.
The passing of those invisible years would be much less painful if I couldn't see the emptiness you'd left behind.
But I've lost someone before who shouldn't have been a stranger to me; I don't want it to happen again.
Hopefully we can make up the lost years.
Lost Years • Opuss № I