Missing you is already a kind of routine, part of my breathing and my heartbeat , as a permanent reminder that although I do not want to delete.
Missing you is perhaps my need to feel close , to hear your voice and feel your hand in mine again .
Al missing you back to the past, that past that was your smile, in your presence was my protection , and again I feel the love you gave me quite the way you , love you took for granted , and often knew no rating .
Missing you is my way of having you around , and to fill this absence with memories.
In miss my lonely hours passed , and the silence that only longs to hear again.
Missing you is this hopelessness bitter flavor, mourn is this time when you 're not with me , and miss the last days when you had your blessing and your coat.
A force attempt miss my heart keep you in every heartbeat, to see if , I carry with me and so I survive this gap.
Miss your laughter brings me back and greatness of the love that embraced me .
Miss you, but sometimes it hurts, it fills me , as my mind returned to your presence. So miss my exit, is proof of this love that you and I will stay saved even without being able to give it.
Missing you is my way of loving you today .
Missing you is this will tell you so many things, is this immense desire to hold me and tell me everything will be fine .
Missing you is close my eyes to find you in my dreams.
I know you're not , and I understand. I know that even in this absence your love will be with me and I accept it, but I can not stop missing you , for I feel that if I do not, I lose .
And this miss that grows a little more each day, keeps alive the feeling , and today , I try not to do it with sadness when I said goodbye , try every "I miss you " , is a fragment of the beautiful things to Share with you, and bring you to my days and make it so alive in my every minute, because while I missed not let you go ...