But....

I wanna talk to you, but I ran out of words......
I wanna call you, but I'm too afraid you'll hang up......
I wanna write you a letter, but would you even read it......

I'm clinging to the memories, they are all I have...All what's left of a time that smells like love, early mornings and abercrombie and fitch cologne.... I miss all that!
The pedal boat, croissants with almond flakes on top and all the days so carelessly spent instead of loving every minute... I miss the car rides and choosing songs.. I miss the beach trips and sharing late night food...
Even the smell of lotion that I would put on your sunburned skin...
I wish, oh how I wish, but then again... I'm too afraid that history will repeat itself, just like before.
So what can I do? What can I do when love fills me up and I can't sleep because my hands are reaching out for you, but you're not there.......There's nothing left of you, but thoughts and memories.