How can I want you here with me but at the same time be happy that you're gone? What does it mean when my heart hurts with the thought of you but I look at you pictures just to refresh that agony that I some how equate to love. Why must my heart conflict with my mind? Heart saying you love him so fight for him. Mind saying, you love yourself so fight for me. If we could disappear and leave the world behind #life would be so much easier. Sunsets and hot sex. Love letters written in the sand. Long walks that turn into endless talks. But reality is I'm living #life traveling a road headed towards family nights and wedding anniversaries. And all I can wish for is that some how some way you take a detour and end up at my intersection. Until then I guess I'll ride this out by myself with you in plain sight....in my rear view.
