I miss you more than ever. Your chords on Saturday afternoons, your hugs on Sunday morning, your smiles on Monday chats, your kisses on Thursday nights.
It will hurt me for awhile. It will hurt until my eyes focus on something brighter. Or until your smile, your hugs* or even your kisses make me change my mind. *But even there, I feel it will hurt even if I'm next to you.
i don't want to listen to any song, but your voice. i don't want to watch any film, but your eyes. i don't want to touch anything but your hands. i don't want to eat any food, but your lips. i don't want any future, but your life with me.