Aching Heart

Aching Heart
Such joyous days and such are troubling ones. So many I see, yet I do not see the presence of the one who dwells in my mind. My heart aches for that presence, it aches to see nothing while the lovely music of their voice repeats itself like a broken record in my mind. How can days be presented with such joy and content if my heart wishes to hold the one I think of?
My heart aches to deny such feelings so that I can be content for a temporary amount of time. It is as if life has denied my right to be truly happy. Love will be the bridge in which I can see and feel the one who dwells in my mind.
Words can only say so much, they can only translate a few of the words of the truly complex language of love. I love everything about the dweller in my mind, their voice echoes in my soul, their touch warms my heart, and when I view their presence both of these are combined.
It is a harsh cycle, it is a cycle that weakens the heart but makes it stronger at the same time. There is such a little amount of good things in this world. Life only lets you grab on something as good as love for so long. Once you feel the love surging through your body, life cuts it off, until the next time you collide such emotions.
Hard to learn how to cherish such things that you would like to stay forever with you. But of course, when you don’t have something you have always had, you regret not cherishing it. I have learned to cherish the moments of collided emotions (love in this case). Yet my happiness can not be fully fulfilled. It can only be fulfilled when the one who dwells within my soul is next to me forever. Until then, I will be content with their voice, I will be content with their words, and I will do so for as long as I have to.