Thoughts are like clouds passing by on a windy day. 

Yet today, there is no wind. 

I only see you. 

Did my words carry the same weight as yours did for me? 

Did the moments we shared, naked and vulnerable at the darkest of hours, lose any significance they may have had? 

Attempts at seeing the beauty of a short lived affair are inevitably drowned out by the need to hold on, by my attachment to you. 

I miss you.