It breaks my heart every single morning
knowing that I'd have to go through the day without having you around;
that we could only try to build each other's body using words and fragments of memories.
It scares me that I'm starting to forget the warmth of your hug,
the taste of your tongue,
simply the feeling of how nice it is to just lie right next to you.
It frustrates me the most
other people that probably care less about spending time with you
have all the chance to,
and for that maybe I am a bit jealous too.
