I felt that I would live in peace, even if I miss you, like all other special friends or enemies; unlikeliest I feel like I got addicted to you. I kept singing yesterday and the day before just the way I always do, for everyone I kept a drop of feeling.
Keeping a pure hearted person in a heart, makes it pure; while being away melts in the depth of miss, I felt so obsessed to you. I felt like I need to see you, hear your lovable voice or at least read about you, as I dare not sending an email with a word of my feelings.
I missed you not because I wanted to, it was really against my well and control; I really could stop thinking about you, but my mind wouldn’t allow me. To remember a person is painless, but to forget a slight tie of memory is painful; just like a scene of a movie says: “There is no problem getting to the world of dead, it’s with getting back!”