Missing you

I'm thinking about sending you an e-mail; asking: - please come back to my life. Please enter my daily routine again, I really miss you and also I miss our talks, our kisses, our hugs, your smell, your soft hair, your soft skin, your soft voice, your green eyes, your honesty, your passion, your ideas full of feelings, your grand hands that fulfilled mine, your presence by my side, your personality full of joy, your tears.

Oh your tears, I had once seen them and loved to see as they fall down. And also your delightful laugh. I guess that this written way would be a little easier for you to know that I want you with me; and I want that I want you to be mine. Now that is was all up to you, once I'm showing how much I’m devoted.

I guess that deep down you already know this but, as well you're also feeling this, only that it's for someone else. Even though I don't blame you, in fact you know who I blame from the very beginning to be stopping us to be together. What could I do at this point? Wait for an answer? You told me not to do that. I have a little hope that this isn’t over yet. But on top of it I knew that for an actual comeback I would have to wait at least a little while.

I wish you could see me as I am right now, in one if my darkest moment: Middle of the night thinking about you and helplessly trying to sleep. This will work out eventually, for better or for not so well. But it will, and when I say that, I'm sure of it.