Echo

 You aren't listening to me. You don't read what I am saying. My words hit a wall and bounce back to me like an echo. It's not fun talking to myself. I have others who love to engage with me, but unfortunately, the one I want to talk to is you. Futile effort it is really. 

On my mind In my heart

 Something tells me that I think of you a lot more than you think of me. That's ok. I can't help that, nor will I ponder on it. I'm content in the thought that you are on my mind and in my heart. Honestly, why should I worry about anything? 

Breathless

 "How will we greet each other?"

"With the longest, deepest kiss ever. The type that will take our breath away, yet still leave us wanting each other more"

Last things said

 I'm trying to desperately think about what was the last thing you said to me. I swear, it was "I love you" and I said "I love you too". I didn't know then that it would be the last time your speech would be coherent. How I long to hear your voice again. 

Miss

 Will I miss you forever? 

I don't like this pain. 

I want to think of you, 

But without pain. 

Tum Teek Ho?

 Such old friendships.

Such a simple question.

Still it holds so much depth.

Thank you for asking. 

It means so much. 

Ache

 It's the ache that terrifies me. It's the pain I'm trying to suppress. There's a howl arising from within... And it's scaring me because it's about to cry out in pain and scream I miss you.