Seeking Within: Now

I often find myself still thinking of her every breathing second of the day. I dream of her warm loft lips and the funny things she'd say.

I dream of what it would be like if her and I were together. To wake up in her arms each morning feeling like it would last forever.

But her arms hold another and her lips caress his soul. How unfortunate I am to have lost and now I am paying my toll.

Alone now with the rest of them, those who share in my misfortune. Those who did not seize true love. Those whose hearts are now broken.

Is it wrong to still dream of her, am I wrong to still care? Praying that one day when I awake, she really will be there.