It's always a little heartbreaking. The time we spend apart. Craving for your touch, your smile. Need your warmth around my heart.
The stars look like they're so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can't. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.
That’s love: Two lonely persons keep each other safe and touch each other and talk to each other.
I remember thinking I'll go on forever only knowing I'll see you again. And the touch of you is hard to remember, but like that touch, I know no other.
Memories were fine but you couldn't touch them, smell them or hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.