Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.
The only place I ever felt at home was with you. There isn’t a place for me anywhere anymore… I’ve been evicted.
I have poured my heart out …. And now I am empty.
The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes. Breathing your air…. touching your skin… … Saying goodbye…. The last time I felt alive…. I was dying.
It’s difficult for me to imagine the rest of my life without you. But I suppose I don’t have to imagine it... I just have to live it
It’s times like this…. when it’s over a year later and I’m still crying over you that I want to turn to you and say: See…. This is why I asked you never to kiss me.