Thinking, I can see what I miss.

	She held him with a loving stare, their eyes twinkled with life. Day in and day out they were there for one another, through thick and thin. Seprate lives made not a difference as the couple's pulse beat as one as trial after trial had been passed, seven years' trust made it seem as if it would last. Sharing the best of times and the worst, pasts of shame and glory, the two grew closer and closer still day after day. Nothing was perfect, but seldom is anything, and that was fine for they had eachother at their most needed times.
	One night there was a fight that tore the one they were in two, the trust they had rent to pieces. The respect they had did not diminish, but the faith they had was gone, and so the two grew further apart as history's flow took its toll. Sitting in front of flickering screens, the two had faced one another after some time, talking and rekindling a small flame. The two talked and showed affection again but the time was short lived, old scars tore open as nerve was struck and the distance thoroughly increased. 
	Though the hurt had effectively distanced the two emotionally they still long to be with one another, but as scars run deep and hurt still brewing an uncrossable valley seperates the two. The wind caresses the cheeks in place of the hands that the two had once placed on eachother while their backs faced. The cold biting crosswinds remind them of their warm memories and sharp pains they had shared. To this day they don't talk or share as the crosswind keeps their focus elsewhere.

I wish I could forget it all, but it'll never happen.

I hope you can find happiness again.