Every breath I take.

Seldom do I find The words song as describing me. Very seldom. You are much better at that than I'll ever be.

I rack my brains for a joke that will bring a smile to your lips, those lips I try not to think of too often, as I know the consequences all too well.

How much easier if I could tell you I never gave you a half-lie, or a full one. Don't you think I know that it would be the quickest way to ruin?

Shit! How I miss you! I miss you every second of each minute. I miss you the most when I'm asked: "are you ok?"

To that question, I always lie.