Some people come into our lives, and quickly fade, while others stay a while and leave footprints on our hearts causing us to never be the same. It's hard to finally grasp the concept that there would finally be no other, no other to come, nor follow. When hypnotized in past ways of beauty, when falling to old ways of unity, I was cursed by the presence of love. How is it possible to feel a person, when they're nowhere to be found? All I have is past memories yet moments come and pass when I close my eyes and see instances, moments, stanzas of him and I. At times I feel as though his presence haunts me. Yet the world would never again be the same after he entered my life, and throughout the years left my heart embedded with his footprints. Since then I catch myself finding days where the sunset has lost its meaning, and when every starry sky has faded gray. When the flow of the wind has carried me adrift, and all this has happened from the day he walked away.
             I can't remember the last time such sadness held my hand because my mind is still fixated on the times when instead my hand was held by his. There was once a day when by simply staring deep into my eyes he would disappeared within my delight. Quickly those days of promises faded, and our future transformed into today. I understand now that the true measure of love is when love is given without measure. Life may or may not bring rare chances for love to be found, and equally returned, but at the time love was simply not my domain. Left to only smirk now, I realize it would have been better to have lost my pride to the one I loved, instead of losing the one I loved, due to my pride. He entered my life years ago, and as time progressed love for some reason formed within his heart, and mass confusion in mine.
             Circumstances seemed hopeless, un-willing and un-trusting to reveal myself to the realm of pain and hurt,
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