Je t'adore

Je t'adore
I hold back the waters behind my eyes. Such sadness behind them, as I dial 1. Listen to it again, I must, for I miss your voice. I shuffle through the voicemails, trying to listen to what I can. I close my eyes and pretend that you're really there with me, speaking the words I hear. "I miss you too", I tend to respond, accidentally, of course. I sometimes drift off into my fantasy world, forgetting that none of this is real.

Je t'adore
I sometimes lay, and wrap my arms tight around myself, pretending that they are yours. I get under the covers only to create the affect of the warmth of your body touching mine. I close my eyes even tighter than before, and imagine your breathe on my neck, acting as if you were really there to kiss my tenderly.

Je t'adore
I often sit an day dream. I reminisce about our first kiss, our last kiss, and every one in between, thinking about how each one made me want you more and more. I sit and think about how the next one will be, and how many there will be after. I dream about the day our lips will touch again, I dream about the day our eyes will meet.

Je t'adore
I flip through the same pictures over and over again, just so I can see your face. I sometimes go off into a daze, getting lost in your eyes as if they were really in front of me. I look at you, looking at me, smiling. I smile back, only to realize that you're not really here.

Je t'adore.
Tu me manques.