Every time.

Every time I breath I’m filled with the heavy scent of her perfume, but its only heavy in my mind. In reality, only a faint trace of her is left on my pillow case which I refuse to surrender. And maybe she was right. It hurt too badly to hold on when the earth is so polar, rejecting my protest of forever. She’s still my deepest craving after all this time.

“I’m so sorry.”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

Every time. Every time I close my eyes my mind is flooded with the image of the soft moonlight pouring over her striking features. Every time I hear the first chords of our favourite song my heart weeps because I can’t dance with her at 2:00am in the refridgerator light. Every time my god damn heart beats it breaks a little more knowing that sometimes love isn’t enought.

“I love you, too.”

Every time.