I will see you through the window,
Living your life in your freedom,
Sure I'll wave to you from time to time,
But I'll never show you my misery,
Trapped in bubble of loneliness,
Depriving myself of anything but your memories.

I will try.
The feeling of a hot cup of coffee on a rainy day,
The warmth of the blanket on a cold night,
The want to stay in bed every morning,
The first time witnessing snow fall,
The satisfaction of having cake,
These feelings of ecstasy,
Put altogether,
That is kind of how it feels to love you.
And much more

Drizzle to downpour, the gloomy light lit up my day

Received a letter from myself,
It said,
"I forgive you"

Tomorrow,
Some day,
I will do everything,
I wanted to.