half a heart

the car slowly got smaller and faded into nothingness, as my heart was sinking 

the best four days ever came to an end.

i guess this is what happens when you love someone, and they're not always around

our lives are centered around 'when are we meeting next'

the longing and the anticipation- most days exciting, some days frustrating 

and when the time finally came, nothing else mattered

nothing.

his arms became my home for those four days, something we yearned for months, brightened up my soul like some weird neural signal 

and suddenly, as the car disappeared, this feeling of emptiness dawned upon me:

"i feel like, half my heart was just ripped out of my body without my permission and i feel tears trickling down my cheek which are full of memories from a love story to last a lifetime, once again

holy shit, is that what it means when people say their soulmate completes them?"

because i would do anything

ANYTHING

to stare at those beautiful brown eyes  

to rest my head on his chest again, with a heart full of love beating fast 

to feel the most gentle touch of his lips 

to plant a peck on his cheek 

to share a giant burger 

to prance around the hall just to see a smile which always feels like a warm hug

all

over

again

but here i am, catching yet another flight, chasing more dreams, back to kisses through a screen and compromise on distance

i'm not ready to wait again, because no why can't my heart be complete everyday? 

but through a bigger lens, because of a man who completes me, my heart is full of love and my soul is full of faith. and our lives together, thrive on that faith 

every single day

till we meet, never to part ways.