hindi mapakali....magdamag...hinahanap...nababaliw tuwing naaalala ang init...hindi malimutan...kailangan muling makamit ang tamis sa aking mga labi...
To see you when I wake up is a gift I didn't think could be real. To know that you feel the same as I do is a three-fold, utopian dream. You did something to me that I can't explain. So would I be out of line if I said, I miss you. I see your picture, I smell your skin on the empty pillow next to mine. You have only been gone for months, but already I'm wasting away. I know I'll see you again whether far or soon. But I need you to know that I care and I miss you.