Visions.

You will be the one I miss the most. However, I have yet to see you in over a week. I had visions of my last week in this town as being different than this. I had visions of us living out our last few days of summer together, like old days. I had visions of us squeezing the last bit of sun out of the day before the moon set high. These visions were quite lovely, yet they were only visions. My last week here and I have been in bed before eleven each night texting him until I fall asleep. My last week here and I am living inside my four walls. Summer has come to an end and dear, I did not spend enough time with you this summer. It's our own faults, we had big dreams that faded to quickly. I regret that now. I am wishing I had spent more of my last summer at home with the one who has been my rock, my shoulder to lean on and my other half for almost 21 years now. I am scared to death to leave. I am afraid things will change. I have always felt like this, that is why those visions were so lovely to me. I hate growing up and growing apart. I pray to God this does not happen with us. I pray to God I will always have visions of us. And I pray to God those visions will happen and not stay in my mind as this summers' did.