When i talk to you what i always mean to say, is that i love you more with each and every day, the short phone calls, the long goodbyes everytime sucseeds in hurting me inside. With every thought of missing you, no one else has got a clue, how much it hurts to say goodbye , to put the phone down and then to cry. To have to sit facing you,to have to whisper i love you to. Those long trips back to the station, with nothing that i feel but pure hurt and frustration, these stupid moments that i breake down in tears, those silly thoughts of all my fears. just for you to hold me is all i want to happen, missing you seems to be in my life in this never ending patten.
Posted on: Sat, 08 Jun 2013 01:00:30 +0000
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