I have given a name to my pain- it's called "Longing." I long for what was, and what might have been I long for his touch and smell so sweat; I long to hold him one more time. I long to look on his beautiful face and impress it upon my memories and heart. I long to return to the day before and protect him from his death. I long to take his place, so he may live and have sons too. I long for time to pass much faster, so my longing and pain will lessen? Will they?