Longing

The days have passed slowly, every night I find myself in a struggle with myself, trying not to remember what is difficult to forget, you know what I mean, right? I cannot bear my thoughts, they are always full of you, of your essence; it becomes so magical I could swear I feel the warmth of your arms again, until the icy wind comes in and brings me back to reality. When I look out the window I only see the lights of the street, is your window full of memories just like mine? 5314x5905px