You and I
Again and again
Always almost
Never enough.

- A world of almosts

What I cannot touch, remains a memory. I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be.

What no one ever told me was that sometimes ‘time’ only adds layers to the wounds and if you scratch off the dust years later, you will still find him in your blood and flesh, residing in a vacant house that you thought had no tenants.
Time.
They never said that time only teaches us regrets.

Hold on to the thought that no emotion lasts forever, no matter how wonderful or how terrible the emotion may be. The tears may last a little longer than you would like, but it will get better. I promise.

The most painful separations are the ones that end without reasons, that end at tears, that end at points where there could have been million possibilities.

Just remember, though you may have an ample set of well-wishers who would pray for you, there would always be an extra set of prayer called out for you in some part of the world.