and your smell, it lingers on...

I will miss these past couple of days I spent with you. I will miss you. Time is moving again; sharp and wonderful and bittersweet, it's moving by fast, slipping through my fingers like sand. I'm afraid I will miss you more when you go.

This is so cruel.

You cannot go back in time, even if you wish it with every fiber of your being, your heart and soul, even if you think about it every day. Trust me. I know.