Wondering who that gorgeous lady was.
I remember observing you from far away.
I remember our first kiss. You sent chills down my spine; chills of a different nature.
There was something about you; I just couldn't put my finger over what it was.
You were unreadable; and that only made you more mysterious.
I was definitely intrigued.
"I'll handle it."
You made me feel.
At first, I hated it. I had locked myself out of that for long-- I didn't want any part of it.
But you changed me.
You woke something inside my chest.
And like an addict, I wanted more.
I felt I belonged to it.
And then every time I closed my eyes-- I lost you.
I didn't want to sleep.
I didn't want to leave you.
I needed to run to you.
But I was taken.
I had lost.
The thing is--
I never lost you.
I carried you-- And you carried me.
No matter how much noise, no matter how much empty space surrounded me.
You were always there.
All I could do was keep hope--
Hope that one day I would return to you.
I got so close... to thinking I'd never see you again.
I had been reduced to nothing.
I had nothing...