The cold misty mornings are now my favourite because I get to see your warm face.
I get to see those blue eyes catch mine and I feel like maybe I could get through the day.

I like the afternoons even better cause I know you'll be there. Know you'll sit less than a whisper away, know that you'll be right there in the corner of my eye and that makes me feel; safe.

Nights, they're the worst. I spend those hours thinking about you. Counting them down. Worrying about what will have changed in the morning.
Generally nothing does, but I'm always afraid something will.

I wonder when you'll speak to me, when you'll say those words I've been waiting to hear.
Not those three, just the one.
"Hello"
Two syllables, one word.
One word that could change my life.