... this weekend.. =
To see you when I wake up Is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do Is a three-fold, utopian dream. You do something to me that I can´t explain. So would I be out of line if i said I miss you. I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow, next to mine. You have only been gone ten days But already I´m wasting away. I know I´ll see you again Whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care And, I miss You. (i miss you) ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh