When you left, I missed every part about you. Your voice that tingled my ears with a delicate balance of course roughness and dreamy sweetness. Your hands, hard from all the strings you played and from the countless pens you used to write infinite world's with. Your eyes that's shined in the sun and the rain whenever I was around. The countless hours we spent together, staring into eachother's souls. Into our deepest desires. Together we shined. Together we were our world. When we were together the world was colourful, apart it was black and white. Now that you've left me here alone, the world isn't colourful, and it isn't black and white. It's gray. No colour. No Light. It's all the same. Just the darkness. Just me. Without you...