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.
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 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.