Maybe ain't coming back. My only hope is prayer, faith, and the memories which will never fade. You are but a vision away, yet miles from my touch. Normally, such a smell fills me with content, now it only bring back memories of how things were. How perfect things were.
Nothing is the same.
I miss you baby. The only motivation that cycles my night to day is the undying belief that you will be back. I try to convince myself that you must be feeling the same. As a matter of fact - no, we can not just be friends. I don't want to hear about your life without me, for mine without you is empty, and not worth living.