Monday, I’m waiting. Tuesday, I’m still waiting to see you. To see, see how you’re doing. Wednesday, you still don’t come, nothing in the late morning. Thursday is empty. Whether it’s Friday, Saturday or Sunday there isn’t a day I don’t think of you. There wont be a day when you’ll come back to revisit our past.
The day i met you. The day we became close. The day we held hands. The day i fell in love with you. The day i confessed it. The day that you heard it. Will it be much longer? I just dont know. Will it be several months or another year? Of the tens of thousands, countless memories we shared. I’ve never not thought of you.
January is endless. February is dull. March is also vague. April im restless. May is painful. June is empty.
I don’t know, how long this feeling will last through months and years. But these millions memories would never disappear. I never been not missing you…