I shall miss those arms.

He called this morning, I woke up to his voice all over again, and this time, it wasn't my imagination playing tricks on my mind...
I remember the days when I prayed and wished there would be a day when he would be the first one to greet my as I woke up... A radiant smile across his face as he returned an emotion I can only call 'love'...
There were those days, when I could wake up and look at him beside me, happy and content and proud of this lovely human being I could call my 'own'.
Those were those days, and these are these...
His voice sounded as reminescent as a voice could sound...
Feeble, full of emotion and an air of guilt and silence that shrouded everything he said...
This was that very boy I had once held almost everynight in my arms, made love to passionately and dreamed of the future with...
and here he was almost in tears asking for forgiveness, like it was mine to give!
Trust is something that I refuse to make any bylaws for. Once someone has proven that they aren't worth it anymore, I don't see how I can love them, or still want them...
But I still love him, and would have forgiven him in an instant, if he had promised me at least something more palpable...
The only arms I fit into so cozily, have outgrown me, and I now belong nowhere. I shall miss those arms.