I can't think. I miss you so much. And with each and every single day, this hole inside me is ripping open, and makes me feel more and more numb. Doing things that do not interest me, with hopes that time will pass quicker. How much longer, how many more minutes, till you're back.
Till I can remember what its like to feel like me again. So I can remember what its like to not feel empty and bare. Till I can feel something again.
Just something.