I would phone her sometimes and ask if she had a good day, she would reply with "not really."
Then she would ask me how I was feeling and I couldn't tell her fine because I wasn't beside her, she wasn't in my arms.
"Did you ever think of us and what we used to be?"
"There's not a single day passed that I failed to think of you. It killed me not knowing where to find you.Am glad I have you back"