Why do I lie in an empty bed alone when I could be lying in your arms instead
I force myself to settle for short recordings of your voice, when you could be whispering 'I love you' against my neck
I search my memory for each time your lips have kissed mine, even though they don't have to be just memories, they can be every day
I fight you, fight us
When I know I'm destined to be yours
Not just for a day, not for a month or a year
But a forever, our forever
So why do I prolong the inevitable?