Missing Her, Doubting Myself

I’m floating on air when we’re together,.
And I dread the times when we’re apart, like now, despite having just spent the last couple of hours with her.
I know that I have the worst way to miss somebody.
When I'm right beside her and I miss her anyway.
I miss her from the time she says her Hellos, because I know that Good Byes are inevitable.
The price of the memory is the memory of sorrows it brings.
I have been trying to drown my sorrow, only to be made aware that my sorrows know how to swim.

I hate what I'm feeling right now.
I hate the feeling of saying how I feel for someone,
The same nervousness that quickly segues to dread, that always causes me to walk away.
I told her anyway.

After telling her how I feel about her, I have yet to get a response.
Everyday I'm hoping that she'd give me an answer.
To remove awkwardness as days pass,  am now down to pretending I didn't tell her how I feel.
But I know that pretending something's not there, doesn't make it go away.
I feel like asking her upfront for an answer.
And I can’t take not knowing what the next day will bring us—the uncertainty is sawing me in two.
Everyday there's a nervousness that’s hard to imagine time will ever assuage.
” The only limits of tomorrow are the doubts we have today.”, I remind myself.