... and you know it
... let's not pretend you don't
... all this marriage, moving away, cycling etc, all been attempts at keeping my mind busy to drown the voices of how I miss you.
... let's not pretend that isn't the case.
... I'll probably die with all this unforfilled love for you, and it is okay, it is, in a it sucks kind of a way it is okay...
Because at least I got to experience it, at least I got to kiss your lips, feel your body, listen to you, right...
... at least that.
... and that makes life not a total waste.