*I see him, but he sees past me. I look in his eyes but he looks around me. Does he know what I see when he stares through me? I see him and I cant help watching him, not watching me*

*Everyday I miss the you that I used to know...before I let you down...before you let me go*

"If you think of me out of the blue, its all the kisses I've blown catching up to you!"

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it.