It feels like you're here, like you are still here. 

Your scent, your voice, your touch - everything lingers in my memory. Some instinct tells me you're nearby, lurking behind looking after me, but I know that you're not yet my stubborn mind hopes that you are. 

It feels like you're still here. 

Where are you? Please say something. These are the words I say relentlessly whenever you cross my mind and my desperation persists to talk to you in my dreams. 

I know that you're still here. 

I could never say goodbye. I never liked saying goodbyes. I want to hide where there would only be the two of us. I want to hide where you could find me. 

My hazy faith believes that you're still here. 

Everything looks better yesterday than today. Am I to blame? Yes, I think so. Once, everything was near perfection. But I guess, my vague decisions created ragged situations. And everytime I breathe, all it ever does is to revive your memories. 

You should be here. 

The world is in a haste telling me to move on and forget the remnants of you and I. And again, I am to blame because I cannot withstand even the shortest period of time to forget you. 

You could've been here,

It was me whom you wanted to live. You saved me even though you didn't have to and I didn't want you to. Our deep-sixed history may be the shortest but it was the greatest story I have ever known.