love wasted.

Your eyes shift rapidly around the room, quite obviously trying to avoid my own. Where did this tension between us come from? Why have things between us become so undeniably awkward? We can no longer sit and have a conversation together. Now instead of hearing the laughter and love between us, I can only hear the incessant ticking of the clock. Which only reminds me of the passage of time and opportunity, as both are limited. There is a slight breeze passing through the open window and your cologne is wafted through the air. It brings me back to that first night together. Parked out under the stars. Parked out under the stars we lay wrapped up in each others arms for hours, knowing that it was time to head home only form the rising of the brilliant orange sun. You gave me your sweatshirt to wear since there was certain crispness in the air. I wore it home that night just so I could feel close to you. You don’t know it, but I still sleep with that sweatshirt on nights like these when I am feeling so far from you. It takes me back to when you were still in love, and helps me believe that one day my love for you will not feel wasted.
I love you, more than you may ever know.