Your smile. By the time this will be done, you would have lost it.
My words. They meant the world to you back then.
Your laughs. You always giggled when you laughed.
My temper. I hope you'll be missing it one day.
The smell of that sweet perfume that you always wore.
The minutes I used to spend with my nose on your shoulder, sniffing it.
The love we used to share...
I know you may not want to see me on your way down the stairs but would you hear me if I told you that my heart is with you?
