On Monday, I was waiting
Tuesday, I was anticipating
Wednesday, morning to evening
Wondering why you were still missing
No hope for Thursday...
Friday, Saturday or Sunday
I still missing you even when it's weekend
But noway that you've come back to be like our old days.
The day I met you. The day we got close. The day we held hands.
The day I loved you. The day I told you. The day you listened.
I don't know how long this feeling will last (through months and years)
But these millions memories would never disappear...
I never been not missing you
January suddenly seemed to last for too long
February, that was when my hope was nearly gone
In March, my heart turned out so fond
April feel worry, May is still suffering, June seems to be empty.
:-*