Memories play a confusing role

Before I sleep and after I wake up and all the hours in between, you occupy my mind. And when I’m asleep, You are in my dreams. So, practically, You are in my thoughts for every moment of my life. But still I miss being close to you!

I miss talking till 3 a.m. about our hopes and dreams, I miss the way you tilted up my chin when you kissed me. Miss you, my sweety pie!

There are two types of enjoyment. One is being with a friend. The other is being with the memories of friends. Miss you but not your memories.

I remember when you grabbed my hand, and held it tight. Goose bumps ran through my body like electricity. I miss those days.

What makes a frindship special is the way each one remembers the other when they are apart. They miss the talks, the laughs and the time they spent together. Life changes, memories don’t. I miss you.

Never look for a Good Face, it’ll turn old one day, Never look for a Good Skin, it’ll wrinkle one day, But look for a loyal heart, that’ll miss you every day.