It goes like this. I have you. I love you like I can't breath, as if the whole world stops whenever I see you. And when we go down the street holding hands, everybody stops and thinks, "why can't I have that?". I feel like I have it all when I'm next to you, and I don't want it to end. So I try to stop time. To make the best of everymoment next to you. To kiss you everytime as if it was our last kiss, and never say goodbye, just a cute "see you tomorrow" or "love you hon, call me when you get home".
I lose you. I don't know what it is. Time, distance, you, me. But I don't have it all anymore. And I want to go back and make everything better again. Love you even more. Love you better.
I call you. We talk, I listen, I think of all the things that have happened. All the moments we've lost.
And finally, I realize, I don't want to lose another second of being with you. That eventhough I tell myself I've moved on, that you have moved on, We haven't. That everytime my phone rings I hope it's you. That when I see a couple go down the street holding hands I wish you were here. That I love you.
