I would far prefer to be in someone's arms than just in their head.

Living in the moment works sometimes, but when alone, it clouds over your memories and dreams, and those are what I need to survive.

Sadness clings to you like a cat unwilling to release its claws, so you embrace it and stroke it until it is content to sleep in your heart, until awakened by a sound, a smell, or a memory...but it never leaves you.

I would far prefer to be in someone's arms than jut in their head.

It is the touch of a lover's arms that I so desperately crave, not the memories of a love no longer mine.