I could tell you I miss you. But, you wouldn't believe me.
I can tell you I'm sorry. But, you won't hear me.
I can write for days endlessly trying to recapture the purity of you.
But, I know you have done what is best for you.
Subliminally we're identical, searching for something.
My world is wrought with personal strife. Self imposed, nonreciprocating, and selfish emotions.
When our world's collided I was unprepared for the depths of love you had for me.
What can I do?
Do you think of those nights, and hours we shared? I do, often. I think of waves crashing, Miles playing, and for some odd reason that shit in the tin can you made. I think of you in universal languages being spoken in tongues of non-verbal communication.

"Remember back in them days?"

Should I write it in a 4pg letter? Would a video better explain me than myself?
In a few days you will be gone, and gone you already are. Yet no matter what your location, my heart yearns for what it cannot have.

Do I want too much? I do. On the contrary, I want what is best for me. I no longer even know mE. Lost inside myself, you helped to see through me.

Respect is about a personal choice to see things in the correct way and to treat others as you wish to be treated. I wished to treat you better, and took to action. I allowed my inner demons/ weaknesses to control me. Instead of being the man, and saying "No!"

If I asked you to come by would you? If I told you I missed your "eyes" would you hear me? I know you feel me.

See, I posted for all the world to see. Those with and without vision can see sight beyond sight. I only hope you feel in your heart love beyond physicality.

Timing is an invisible, inevitable force no one can deny. You came at the right time.