My heart swells when I read something that reminds me of you.
I've kissed so many boys that my lips have turned blue.
But I can not stop imagining what it would be like to kiss you.
I close my eyes and see your long fingers intertwining themselves in mine,
and I swear to God it feels like a kiss every time.
You have consumed me for three years,
I miss you so much that it burns me, my dear.