These are just my thoughts; maybe, really no one should read them, for they are pointless to the continuous turning of the world...then again, maybe not.
Loving and missing. My heart keeps on longing to reunite with your presence. Panging. For your laughter. Hungry for your gaze. The way that being next to you felt. It's like I haven't been home in a long time. Like I'll never be home again.