You never will find another like me. First love is always the most special, and the hardest to break. It's a shame the way things turn out. I still mean every word. It's getting cold out there.
Time slips away.
Hours to days, days to weeks. I miss you. I love you. I need you. Though each road cries your name, your figure emblazoned on each object, I gather my thoughts and come to realize you are not here.