You want me to act like we''ve never kissed,
you want to forget; pretend we''ve never met ,
and I''ve tried and I''ve tried, but I haven''t
yet... You walk by, and I fall to pieces.
My heart taught me that missing someone is a
very real ache. It comes from a place where
another heart has touched my own and left a
permanent imprint.
What shall I do with all the days and hours
That must be counted ere I see thy face?
How shall I charm the interval that lowers
Between this time and that sweet time of grace?
