We’re fading, fading. And I miss how you always felt like a fresh spring day under my fingertips. I miss the colours you brought with your laugh; life wasn’t just all black and white. But you disappeared into thin air, just like the smoke from my cigarettes. I inhale, I exhale. I’ve tried to keep a piece of you with me in every word; in all those songs we danced to. Why is it I can never cry, but I think about you telling me that god’s plan involves you leaving too soon, I can’t stop. Crimson stains every pillowcase and the oceans of your eyes look like something I could get lost in but wouldn’t be able to get out of. It all fades away; The feeling of soft lips against pale skin. All that’s really left is the ghost of your touches and this black and white sky I've been stuck under.
i love you seems so inadequate to describe what i feel for you.