Nostalgia, At Its Worst.

Every time I see this, I can feel her grip on my arm. Every time I see this, my eyes start to water. Every time I see this, my heart breaks a little more. Every time I see this, I remember exactly what I felt that night. It kills me so much.

I've never felt so distant from someone, who is 20 feet away washing dishes in the kitchen. Fuck, I'm crying right now elaborating on that picture. I would give up everything I have right now, to go back and preserve what we have in that picture.

I mean the only thing I've wanted for so long now is just to have that again. I ask for the impossible. This is why I'm hardly happy.