When we’re apart, I feel that I lack; I feel that something is amiss, and it’s you. A sinking hollow feeling deep inside my belly is what I feel. Sitting with you, conversing casually, makes me feel so complete. Doing nothing much, just sitting next to you, I love it; especially when we touch. Slow conversation, sitting atop a bench, gazing out at past the water’s edge. Saying goodbye to you is always hard, cos’ all I wanna hold you in my arms – leaving you is gonna be hard. But faith in the Universe do I possess, that whatever is best will lay itself before us yet.
lovesick.
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