I miss you mahwish, I miss you each and every day, I talk to you constantly, focussing on your pictures, I hold you preciously in my shattered heart. To realize the value of ONE WEEK, ask the editor of a weekly newspaper. To realize the value of ONE HOUR, ask the lovers who are waiting to meet.
Yesterday is history.
Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift. I doubt you will ever see this, but it's a good way to just vent. I don't have your shoulder to cry on anymore, your arms to hold me when things get tough, or your words to comfort me and tell me everything will be ok for us. However, as of late, we have been spending some time apart, which has led me to do alot of soul searching.