You're the One I Love, && I'm Saying Goodbye.

Today was one of those days.....

The kind of day that I miss you so terribly, and I can't fathom the distance since I was last with you.

Today was one of those days....

The kind of day that I wish I could pluck you from my dreams and dance with you one more time.

Today was one of those days....

The kind that I wish heaven wasn't so far away.

My head turns to the thought of movement. Acceleration, and velocity.

My heart turns to the thought of life. Distance, and time.

Every day we fight to move on from pains in our pasts. Love one's we've lost. Most days are good, but some days, are like today.

Talking with my sweet Eric in the extend-a-care is something I cherish.
We talk (as much as he can) about life, and mostly the life that we has lived. We talk of memories, and things that make us smile. Today, we talked about you.

It slipped my mind the years it's been, because today, it felt like it had been a day.

As I drove, I wish I had one more note from you on my car, one more hug, and one of those huge smiles that got me through my day. I caught myself missing you, then I tried to change my thoughts, but I didn't want to. For just a moment I mourned again. Then, I changed the radio station and began to smile.

We can't live in the past, we can't wait for something that is not coming back, for if we do that, we will be waiting our whole lives. A life waiting for something is a life wasted. Yes, we lose people, and yes, we grieve. Sometimes we even enter slight depression, but we must rise from the ashes and fight again.

Today was one of those days....

The kind of day that I remembered how much I love you.

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