I still remember what you said to me as you left:
“You’re a dead fit, but my wit won’t allow it.”
You think I’m shallow. But when you’re gone, the pieces of my heart are missing you. I’m all broken up, into millions of little tiny pieces you can’t even see with a microscope. I can still remember your voice when you said, “You had me at hello.” I loved your voice, the bass rumble that became soft loving whispers as you whispered sweet nothings in my ear. If someone said three years from now you’d be long gone, I’d stand up and punch them out. You said you loved me. And now it’s a hole right through my heart. As long as you’re mine, I will love you. But you’re anonymous, and gone tomorrow. If only you would say: “I’m sorry for everything I’ve said. I don’t want the world; only you. I love you,” I’d take you right back in my arms and forgive everything you said. I feel like…I’m given paradise, but only for a day.
I miss you.