Ten second hugs would become one second.
Your warm hands would become cold pockets.
I will miss your breath and the taste of your tongue.
Phone calls would become texts.
Paragraphs would become short sentences.
I will miss the "I love you's" and the play fights you always won.
Seeing you every day would become once a week, maybe even once a month.
Cuddling would become sleeping alone.
I will miss you, more than you miss me.
For, to you, our love would be forgotten.
When I will remember everything that I lost when I let you free.
But sure, I say, "I'll be your friend,"
I'll be more heartbroken than I've ever been.
