It's been years, and I still
look for you. My eyes instinctively search for your presence right
when I step into a room. My heart continues to skip beats, to
scream in silence whenever your name is spoken. And every night,
when the lights go out, in spite of everything, I wait for you.
Somewhere deep down, I know it's pointless, but I keep on
waiting.
It's been years, and though somewhere in me, I know the truth,
I keep hoping you'll be here when I open my eyes, or you'll
sing along to our favorite songs. And if I'm lucky, I hope
I'll get to feel your breath on my skin, or kiss those lips.
I'm hoping that at least, I'll get to see you in my
sweetest dreams; in my most extraordinary fantasies.
Boy, it's been years, but I still haven't found a way to
live without you. Maybe it's because I had grown so used to you
being there; grown used to you in my life. Or maybe it's simply
because I loved you. Because you left a mark in my life, an
irreplaceable shape in my heart that no one else fits through.
And life moves on; Time ticks by. It's been years, but I
haven't changed at all since that last day with you; my memory
of you hasn't faded one bit. And even though my friends are
sick of me, and my family doesn't know what to do with me, the
belief I have of seeing you again
still lingers.
It's been years, and I continue to love you with every thing I
have, and everything I don't. You were amazing; you were
beautiful. To me, you were like nothing else. And I fell in love,
and I was torn apart.
So all in all, there are two things that I have come to know like
scars cut into my skin: First, I will always love you. And second:
You were the worst thing that ever happened to me.
It's been years, and I still look for you. My eyes instinctively
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