smudged fingerprints and butterfly kisses.

Timing is everything, yet everything is nothing when compared to love. Which really makes absolutely no sense because love is everything, but at the same time it's a whole bunch of nothings. Love is cherry limeades and silly cards filled with words that melt your heart. Love is dancing in the middle of the street to nothing but the symphony of stars and an unyeilding chorus of crickets. Love is kisses on the cheek, kisses on the nose, kisses on the forehead and kisses on the fingers. Love is a car ride illuminated by headlights on a dark road, with hands clasped tightly to the soft hum of songs that sing the words you can't seem to find. Love is the gentle way he looks at you when you talk, and the way your laughter lights up his eyes. Love is the way your heart skips a beat when he pulls you into a warm embrace. Love is his smile, his welcoming eyes, his warm countanance, and his gentle touch. He is love.

It hurts to miss someone, but it hurts even more to miss someone who isn't gone. Someone who is so close, yet just out of reach. It's like being separated by a thin sheet of unbreakable glass; you can see them, but you can't touch them. So instead, you're forced to walk beside the seemingly-endless barrier as you press your fingers limply against the glass, creating a thin train of smudged fingerprints. But what causes your heart to ache the most is gazing into their eyes as they make their own journey along the other side of the glass. And all the while you find yourself asking, "When will this end?"

Sometimes in life, you just have to keep moving. Your mind desperately yearns to give up, but you have to ignore the pain and focus on keeping your legs moving; one burdened step at a time. You have to believe that eventually, no matter how many steps it takes, you will reach the finish line. Yet I have found myself stuck in this moment, begging my body to keep pressing forward, while trying to ignore the fact that this finish line doesn't seem to be getting any closer. I don't like seeing the face on the other side of the glass and not being able to touch it. I don't like taking step after step only to stay exactly where I've always been.

I want to break through the glass, I want to break through to love,

but I just can't seem to find the right way through.