the art of aching

"You'll be fine in a week." But I don't want to be. I don't want to let go of this feeling; I don't want to forget how it felt to see him again. I don't want to forget the comfort in my chest as his hands slowly moved across my back. I don't want to forget his warmth. I want to hold on. I want him to come back.
This is heart ache in a way I'm not sure I've felt before. It's heart ache for just one person; not for a tangle of emotions and unresolved problems. This is frightening because I thought I had things under control but it turns out I do not. And yes, in a week it will fade because I will be back in school and work and in the crunch of things. Right now, though, I'd rather keep this clasped tightly inside of me.
I'll be honest.
Despite the pain, I really like feeling this way.
I've missed having someone to miss, even if it's only for a little while. Because at least this had nothing to do with me; distance through distance is something I'm more than happy to handle.

It's nice to have a muse again.