You will always be the perfect man for an imperfect woman like me.
When will you come around again?
I miss you so much that most of the time I almost died.
Hoping to stay where you are, for good and for once cease staring at the clouds. I’m tired.
I look up, I don’t really see you. It is my heart that creates the illusion that somewhere out there you are looking back at me.
I miss you (so much) my love.