Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Golden Skans

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 do 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've been gone ten months and 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.

- I Miss You by Lifehouse

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