Unfinished

I sit here and listen on repeat, "I love you, remember that." The tremble in your voice, as those words leave your lips. Why? You walked away as though it was just another Thursday and you were leaving a store. You made it seem so easy, but my mind flashed back to that conversation we had. You cried as you said you couldn't be with me, like you were losing your heart with me. So why? I understand the words you said as to why, but how can you tell someone you love them and just leave? My mind can't seem to comprehend how easily you made it look. My soul poured out all of itself, like a waterfall gushing from the rapids. The pieces fracturing upon the rocks below, shattering all around and sinking to the depths. My breath was lost when you left, the air ripped from my lungs. How do I go on existing in a world that you exist in and it's not with me? How do I breathe air again when it feels as though none exists? I never knew a person could feel like home till I met you, that being able to sit in silence became one of my favorite things. You're a warm cup of hot chocolate warming my hands as I sit next to a cozy fire, wrapped in a blanket. The warmth of the sun kissing my skin as it begins to sink over the horizon as I watch from a field of flowers. The one place I felt heard, seen, and understood. Meeting you fulfilled ever want I could possibly dream up because none of them could even measure to you. I felt alive for the first time in years, that my heart still did beat like that. How do you express your love for someone when it becomes impossible to even be able to explain the complexity of it when only the experience of it could help one comprehend. Yet here we are, just another chapter in my so called love life. While it was shorter than I would have wished, it was all the sweet. I savior every little memory as I re-read our chapter, the pages becoming stained from the tears. I don't feel the chapter is finished though, there are blank pages still lingering, waiting for your return. Our story isn't finished, we have a million more moments to live together. I'll be waiting for your return, for you to pick my book back up off the shelf when you realize you were wrong for leaving it unfinished.