You are so beautiful. You're one of the few people I say that about and actually mean.
I feel you backing off right now and I know it's my fault. I never did know a good thing when I had it.
Have you ever felt my eyes on you? Ever known I wanted you? You're not the only thing I want. You're just a very large part of it.
Sometimes when I close my eyes I can see your face. Smiling at me. Or doing that thing you do.
I once told you off for doing it. Now I long for those eys. That tip of the head. That outstretched hand.
I miss you. Sorry.