just this morning, when i woke up, i thought of you. i wondered how is it possible to miss something you never had. something you never felt what it's like to have. just like the kiss that you never gave, and the arms i've never felt. but i do now, i miss you. every bit of you. your eyes that shine like the stars, your lips that would seem to taste like cherry, your hands that would seem to be perfect in mine. and i don't know how, because i've never seen them in a good distance while you were still here.
To my lover, who moved into a different city, different country, different continent, separated by land and sea, thousands of miles away from me. But I'll hold on to the thought that "we could be."