It's strange to counter the habit of putting on my ring every morning. Cleaning house, laundry, cooking for you and me - the routine that has been my way of life - have been replaced with working out, killing the silence by spending uneventful time with friends, and meeting new people. The nights are colder without you by my side, the days longer, and tomorrow doesn't come quick enough. It's an early winter for us.


So many times, for the past few longest days, I can't help but to think if it's possible that we could try a little harder, give it a little more effort, have a little more forgiveness, practice a little more patience and understanding, and casting our pride aside; would that restore our faith in each other? Could that spark the passion that was once there? Could we forgive, forget and trust each other without a doubt like we used to? Would it allow us to hold each other's hands a bit longer like we're holding on to each other's lives? Could the distractions and the world around us disappear so that we could truly see one another again? Would it make us embrace one another like we would never have the opportunity to again? My head are filled with these thoughts, my eyes fighting the tears from falling, I scroll to and stare at your beautiful photo on my phone for hours as you are the first person on my speed dial, wanting to call you. Like willing myself out of comatose, I then wonder if we have gone as far as we could go. Are we too far behind? Have we lost each other too long ago before we have parted? Would it do us any justice? I then put my phone away, only to repeat the same steps, the same thoughts, the same battle to prevent my tears from falling all over again.