I will love Josh until the day that I die, but I will never question why the universe has only allowed us to be together for a short period of time. He will always remain in my heart, and the dull ache that throbs for him will remain unsatisfied, but that is the way I wish to keep it.
When I see him, I want to hold him and not leave. I lay my head in his lap and we sit without speaking. We are always good. Our lips never stray towards each others. Our hands never intertwine. Once in a while, my fingers will trace the outline of his face before I say good bye, and sometimes our legs will touch under tables and bars. He waits for me. But I do not know for how long.
I have Andrew by my side, and he is perfect for me right now. But I can never forget the day I met Josh by the river, where we stood for a few minutes stupidly staring at each other as some sort of invisible connection brought us together in an embrace instead of a handshake.
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