*cries*
To see you when I wake up
is a gift I didn't think could be real.
To know 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 enpty 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 kn ow that I care
And I miss you.
I'm losing myself, please come home