Sprung is when you've gone two months without seeing her face, yet her smile still lingers in your dreams. It's when you can't get her off your mind, no matter the time or distance apart. It's when everyday that goes by without her is a bad day. It's when you can't help but be a hopeless romantic, waiting for the day she comes around and picks you. It's when every song, movie, and
special moment you shared sparks a flood of memories, of the better times. It's
when you'd trade it all to go back in time, to live it all over again. It's when you hate yourself for not taking that chance, for letting that fleeting
window of opportunity slip by. It's when you long to tell her everything, about how you felt, how you still feel. It's when the pain is unbearable. Your time spent with her each day plummets from 80% to a miserable 0% overnight. Your phone that used to beep cheerfully with every text shared in the minutes apart now rides solemn and silent in your pocket. Her
sweet voice that used to sing out in harmony with yours now replays in your head. You're lucky if you hear it over a
broken phone call that so rarely comes. You used to know where she was every night, to be able to watch after her and know she's safe. But now you just pray to God and have faith that He will protect her. One minute you were close enough to feel the warmth of her skin, the weight of her head on your shoulder. Now you can only try not to forget these intimate moments, try to remember the good old days. Yet you still can't let go, you still hold on. Sprung is when you still doubt that this is love...
