Starting up Again

I missed you.

I missed every part of you:

My heart racing with

every step pounding on the pavement,

the blood rushing in my face,

the cool breeze blowing across my skin,

the hot sun baking my shoulders.

I love you.

I love every part of you:

the tingling sensation on my cheeks while

I’m pushing myself to go further

the dizziness coming upon me,

the faint feeling ever increasing,

the phlegm creeping up my throat.

I want you.

I want every part of you:

losing myself in my thoughts

as I keep moving faster,

the aching in my lungs,

the refreshingly cold water sliding down my throat,

the cramp in my side,

the energizing music playing in my ears.

I keep moving.  I keep running.  Every time it becomes easier.

Every trip I can run further, longer, faster.  Keep pushing.

Like a drug, the more I run, the more I miss it, the more I want it, the more I enjoy it.

All these years wasted without you.

This time, I tell myself I’ll hold onto the feeling; I’ll remember why I love you - why I need you.

I missed you.  I missed every part of you.  I love you.  I love every part of you.  I want you.  I want ever part of you.  The joy and the pain.