Every breath brings back your scent, it's like you left a piece of yourself in my passenger seat.
You sprayed yourself with the perfume you had just bought, I watched as I could see the tiny glistening drops float past your cheek into the sun.
I remember saying something about how you would always run, making me chase you. The memories it brought back were ones I'm quiet fond of.
You always do this thing where you sprint forward and look back with a big smile hoping to find me inches, nay, centimeters behind you.
I would wrap my arms around your waist and drag you down to the floor, lay my lips on your cheek and we would laugh.
Only for a moment though, cause we realized we were in love every time.
We had to look in each other's eyes and say it. Shout it. Write it on the walls of a million buildings.
Nights pass very slowly when I'm with you, but it's funny cause we also **** a ton of time.
I always loved killing time.
But time learned the art of defense and now it's killing me.
You were away for more time than I can count.
I missed the way we were.
I forgot the last time I was living in love, scribbling notes on napkins, driving home from practice, lighting our cigarettes with matches.  
Sometimes it's hard to be in love with the girl of your dreams.