Let’s sit and talk about the chances we missed.

Let's sit and talk about the flights we missed, the daughter we won't raise, the dog we won't have, the house we won't live in, the movies we won't watch, and all those chances we didn’t take.

Let's sit and talk about the whys, the maybes, the what ifs, all those wonders and questions we have been pondering, also maybe … a little bit of hope if the time is ever enough.

I want to sit and talk with you about my birthday, and how crazy it sounds that I still blow candles on yours because it is only two weeks away from mine. I want to sit and talk with you about the presents I get, and just how unbelievable it sounds that I still somehow look for you among them all.

I want to kiss your face. I want to look into your eyes and hope they still stare at me the same. I want to read your mind and hope it still screams my name. I want to taste your lips and grasp if there is still any longing carved into them.

Maybe we'll both feel alive again. Maybe. Maybe along the way we'll find each other again. Maybe. Maybe I am really dying. Maybe. Maybe I miss you so much that I feel like dying.

Maybe, maybe we can just sit and live in the moment, for a while, before the morning seeps through and I wake up feeling all empty and bland.

Maybe, maybe we can just sit and stare at each other, no words, no confessions; and I’ll be there staying, because Darling, if we ever get the chance, I want to fall in love again with you like the first time…

… love like the first time.