My mood.

I spend everyday trying to not think about you. Everyday, I push you back into my vault, and try to patch up the new holes you've escaped through. You know my heart too well; you know where the cracks are and how to squeeze though them. I don't do it because I no longer love you. I do it so I can keep moving on; I do it so your memory stays pure and true.

But sometimes - sometimes - when you escape and come running to me; sometimes, I can't fight it, and I give into you. I indulge, and remember. It hurts and feels good. I miss your embrace, and your warmth. My heart becomes whole again, if just for a moment of memory. I let the rain in, and let it cleanse my sore and blackening heart. You always were the purer side of me.

I never thought I could miss anything so much.

Until I have another weak moment...