My entire body is shaking, I cannot keep warm and the nausea is twisting my stomach. I long for the drug that I did not know I needed to keep me happy, to keep me alive. Now that it has been taken away from me, now that I have to stop myself from indulging in my cravings; my entire being aches for the substance it has been accustomed to. My mind cannot focus, plagued by the same thoughts looping endlessly in my head, never leaving me any respite.
No more messages in the morning to sweeten the early hours of the day, no more warm embrace that makes me forget my worries in an instant, no more tender goodbye kisses. Just an empty feeling accompanies me throughout my days, reminding me of what I have lost. I use the little will I have left to fight off the urges to come back to you, to beg for your love. I might give in, you made me lower guard and now I am addicted to those feelings that slowly crept up on me. The pain from the withdrawal symptoms make me cry out at night and the only thing that ease it is your warm touch. To soothe the loneliness, I trace in my head the contour of your sleeping face, making me smile for a fleeting moment.
I miss you, but I also know I miss what could have been, the future I had envisioned, not reality. Hope is like opium, it numbs your senses but keeps you coming back for more. I am still hoping, still waiting for something to change, waiting for you to give me a reason to change my mind.