Come back to me. I always thought you would. I didn’t think I’d have to ask. I’m not talking to anyone…asking this to anyone. I am asking it of love. Love itself; come back to me. Fickle and heartless you can be, yet come back to me. I can still feel the remnants of you on my fingertips. The way you felt as you slipped through my fingers. Many nights I’ve spent sleeping alone, wishing for the warmth and comfort of you again.
Come back to me love; ich vermisse dich.
