Fresh blood

I miss you.  You, being that bond and pain in the ass-ness that is all the glory of loving someone.  I have been shutting myself off to that because it sucks to feel lonely, to miss the touch, the daily blabber, the scent, and movement.  These past couple days were like the fresh smell of the ground, after a rain.  The wiping clean of the slate and rememberance of what the heart aches from.  It gives me hope that I have always said I wouldn’t lose, but that has been slipping away.  I’m glad for that.  Whatever may come, I’m glad.