My longing has your scent.

The days have passed, but for me it’s all a bit like “whatever, whatever”, the food doesn’t taste the same, the joy that was my best companion gave its space to sadness, my heart, it burns, I feel a sharp pain, I often think that I may be suffering from some unknown disease. At home I look to my side and see that everything is in order, no signs of abnormalities, just their absence everywhere.

Lately I don’t hear the noise of your voice, not even the inviting sound of your laugh, I haven’t looked closely at those eyes that have the same intensity as a piece of moonlight night with the glow of an entire constellation, I miss the dimple of the your smile, and also the tenderness of your hands, I have the taste of the last kiss as present as the tears that run down my face, the bittersweet of the moment doesn’t satisfy my anxiety, I wanted again from your lips a new kiss to steal, the bodies already know each other and suffer today because a cold and cruel pride decides to leave us.

And your glaring absence has prevented me from thinking, my routine remains the same, and even what I like to do the most has lost its fun, because even our baseless fights I miss, obviously not to fight, but I know there, to make up, we’ll crack a joke together afterwards, and little by little the old routine will take over again what was always ours.

I miss you, and this is no longer a secret and I don’t even intend to hide it anymore, I want to know how your day was, or what you had for dinner, I want to know if something new happened in those moments when absence for you occupied your my place, i want to tell you about my day at work, and even about the new video i found on the internet, i want to share with you my dreams and also tell you about that project.

I just want to be with you, it’s not because of possession and even less because of obligation, all this inconvenience is the weight of your absence that I’ve been feeling, and my heart is paying the bill, I’ve been begging time to hurry in pass, maybe after a while, you decide it’s time to go back, I’ve also been asking fate to take care of you while I’m no longer part of your routine, I want a new path, but I still want you by my side , I want to look into your eyes and touch your hair, I want you around, and not like you’re on the other side of a world I don’t know.

The fights became more and more present, and they also exhausted both of us, but if even the longing is able to make me see that they are so small next to feelings, how can you not see? I miss you, and I’m here to tell you, I hope you listen to me, or at least you’re willing to listen, I’m raising the white flag and the only thing I hope is to have peace, and who knows, me, you, one place, a conversation, the same desire, and we can simply for a moment ignore everything else and in harmony keep each other.

I’m here asking you that, or rather, my longing is the one who invites you, to try to understand, what am I and what are you, and who knows what we are? On the other end of the line I know you are listening to me, I feel your breath as much as I miss you, including your quirks and being there for you. Everything that dwells in the memory is eternalized through every smile we give when the longing knocks on the door of the heart, today mine knocks on yours, and I only hope that you are willing to open it, around here? I miss you, and all I hope is that you answer my call.

You… you… you… you…

Regiane Vieira

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