I feel cold
because you're gone.
I feel the need to kiss you
once more.
I make my way to the pillow
where you laid down your head,
and I smell your scent,
the smell of a boy who slept by my side.
The smell of a boy whom I like,
the smell of someone who I want to share my heart.
That's what you are to me,
but you're so much more than that,
you're you
and there's only one person like you,
it's you!
I remember that we said to each others,
that everything we did was out of love.
And I actually believe in this,
it was actually true.
