My apprehension

It's been months since I saw you. And I know I will wait months to see you again.

With each passing moment, I can see our souls distancing further. But the chain that ties our hearts keeps getting stronger. Tied to this chain, we have now begun to bleed. And when we get to talk, it's only those wounds that shape our discussions. No more hasty dreams. No more imaginary moments of solitude. Romance is a thing of the past.

Sometimes I wonder when our lives will move again. Will the distances between us grow enough to separate us? Or will the strength of our bond help fill all the gaps?

And if we do get back to each other, will our hearts bear anything more than the pain that we embraced in the name of love? Will our affair retain the same flavor that it possessed at it's conception? Will that old spark reignite?