It's been a while now since I've seen her. Too long now since I've feigned small talk for a second lost in those playful brown eyes. I can say today with certainty that I do not love her. That's not right. What I mean to say is that I'm not IN love with her, you know the way - to that point of utter infatuation. It's the time and distance between us that deadens these feelings, and not much else. I know it for a fact (mostly from past experience) that when the inevitable time comes when we are face-to-face once again, everything will come flushing back anew and altogether more invigorating, to conquer my thoughts and enslave my emotions. And yet, I look forward to the day with almost, but not quite giddy anticipation. It's her presence. There's a preciousness in the way that she looks at you that's disarmingly beautiful. I do hope she still possesses this because there's a bit of longing for those feelings to return, and a part of me is afraid I may never find them again.
[DRUNK]
