I wear your apron at work.

My last words of sorrow have been spoken through my heart  how much you mean to me is beyond everything imaginable. If you only understood how my heart is slowly sinking in the tides of my tears to be fallen. I love you. And I need you.

 And the pain feels so much worse now that you're actually gone. I somehow knew that our last kiss would be our last. Our last love would be the last. I just wish I could have one more kiss. One more touch to make you come back to me. If only you could feel this burning inside y chest. So many questions I can no longer ask.

 Do you love me?

How did you sleep, beautiful? 

Will you let me pay for you?

Will you let me call you baby? 

Are you happy today? I'd really love to see you smile.