～Oh How I Miss You～

Never thought I would miss you
But oh how I miss you
Always thought I could forget you
But I can't forget you [The Rapture-Miss You]

I don´t wanna go, I don´t wanna go, I don´t wanna meet and I don´t wanna speak
and I wanna forget you
But, I can not do it. I'll never forget you[80Pan-I don´t wanna go)

He was me from a dimension torn free of the future. "We´re not gonna make it" - He explained how the end will come -"You and me were never meant to be part of the future" All we have is now, all we´ve ever had was now. [Jeanette Lindström - All We Have Is Now]

If there was anyone else like you....

I won´t even have a chance to tell you how much I miss you.
The day I met you, the most precious day of my life, fading memories.
I tend to forget faces, but your face is still on my mind.

You´re my soulmate and we both realized but the last word you said to me was "Ciao" and I didn´t even know your name.
I wish I had asked for it.
Nothing do i regret more.

You even offered me a sip from your bottle. An opportunity I didn´t take.

Without intentions of sounding stalkerish ...though that might not be avoidable,.... you are the perfect guy.
I´d marry you right away.

Your Sarcasm. Voice. Literature. Shakespeare. Acting. Glasses. Beard. Veddel. Berlin. Japan. Culture. Punk.
I´d simply say I love you, If I didn´t know any better.

I didn´t feel that close to anyone else before. These 2 or 3 hours we talked I got to know you so well and still you were so mysterious and dear. Maybe depending on the fact that we didn´t reveal names nor ages. I´m pretty sure you were above 23 though. Mature but fun - Perfect Mixture.

Everything I ever wished for and since you let me know you felt the same way that day through your mimics and the stuff you said,eg when you asked me wether I´d been to Japan before and I saw your caring lovely dear look in your eyes and heard your cute German accent when you were talking Japanese, I know we would have been perfect and beyond that.

Biondello and Baptista we were. And that´s my memory.
Your voice, purposely low-pitched. Never forgetting the look on your face when you said "Ay, that Petrucio came" ... So exaggerated but wonderful.

but how I do love you....

Oh how I miss you, I miss you there.