When you hug me, oh it's amazing. Your warmth is so genuine.

It's a complete hug. Not a baby one either. Both hands, filled

with emotion. All the way around, pulling me into yourself,

my safe zone. I swear I can feel the warmth coming from

your heart. Gosh I crave for one right now.



You swipe your lips against my forehead. You heal all

the negativity out of my mind. Just "POOF" I forget. You

sucked them out. Forehead isn't enough, I need more.

My head sprouts up to get a glimpse. Darn. You beat me

to it. Yum. I see a foreshadow into the future. Our wedding

kiss. Outstanding. Gosh I crave for one right now.



Your voice gosh.. If I were Barbie you'd melt my ears.

Its perfect. Not scratchy, squeaky, nor undeveloped deep. This explains

why I call you just to say good night. No texting. No, it doesn't

give me the overwhelming feeling. Go to sleep with great thoughts and

a smile. I'd record it for enternity; Keep it for the next life.

Gosh I crave to hear it.



It's September 15th, the one year anniversary of your

passing. I'm distraught. A drunk driver ignored his path and

collided with you. Sending you to touch base with an oncoming

train. I never forgot, I still remember everything about you,

every detail. I visit your grave to pray that one day I'd wake

up from this nightmare. I'm still on the waiting list. I placed

copies of pictures in your casket. Dont forget me. On your

personalized stone, "Mr. Love, the one I crave."