Passing me by

There are moments in my day when I think I miss him so much that I choke on my lost breath.
Then I snap back into reality.

I regret nothing because it was good times.

Still, I hate feeling like he's no longer in my life and I have no way of getting him back.
There is no connection to him besides myself.

I guess the beauty in life is that you never know what the future holds.
Just like how I'd never anticipated his invitation, yet it came and took me on a wild ride.

Maybe some people just aren't meant to stay in your life for a long period of time. Although I'd known him for quite some time, his presence never lingers. And that's probably just the way it's supposed to be, as much as it sucks. I wonder how many more years will go by before we have our time again. I must admit, he came in at such a crucial time and opened my eyes to other aspects of myself. I was feeling quite low about things, then he came out of nowhere and lifted me up. I could live on that high forever. But I'm not holding my breath. At least not on purpose.