Possibilities

God to hear you say my name brings elation in a way I didn't’t think possible. To believe for even the briefest of moments that there is possibility. Possibilities for the joy, the happiness, that meaning of being with the one you’re meant to be with. I wish that everything could be mended in the blink of an eye. I wish that I had a time machine to go back and erase all the hurt I caused. But just know that every day I breath is a day I respire for you. You, to any other observer are just a typical person. Ah but if they but could see with my eyes, they would see how the fire of the sun could not brighten up the world the way you do. How the color of the rarest flower is dull compared to you. How is it possible to feel this way about one single person? How is it that with your absence from my soul, there is no meaning to basic things? And how is it that just to hear a single word from you is a matter of bliss unbeknownst to the rest of the world. Who are you to make me feel this way, who are you to invade me through every fiber and pore of my very being. Why is it that the very things that I hate about you are the very things I love so dearly? How can I love you so much as to not be able to tell you these things that I can so easily write?