As is time were to stop

       Days flow by, time ticks, and the world keeps on moving. Yet, is it always like that?

Can time actually stop? It feels like that without his presence. That person who, without realizing it becomes the one you constantly think about, the one who makes you feel safe with a single glance, the person whose name you start and end your prayers in; yes, him.  

       I gasp for air, as I remember. Growing up with hardships I became that girl who would constantly seek affection. As a result I have constantly felt disappointment and despair. The moment I found myself deep down in the abyss, he arrived. That person became my hero, my shoulder, the one I loved the most. Tears shed as I recalled; his presence, his words, and affection.

       I would end up running to him, yet it did not always work like that. He would call when I most needed someone, show up at my door when I wanted to cry. All with astonishing, perfect timing. I would ask how he did it, and with a smile he would reply, “I felt that I needed to pass by and contact you.” His words would bring me a generous solace.

       My heart still longs for him. He, who taught me so many things. I love him. Time ticks, as I

desperately wait to see him again. Days take ages to pass by as I wonder if he will come back. If time

 passes a little, will I get to see him? The more that I think about his absence, I miss him so much, as

 if time stopped.