I think I was destined to miss you.Not have you, no not be with you, no never for long.
I am only always missing you. Even when I don't want you and especially when I want you.
When I'm trying to forget you. when I realize you're the one. I want to ask you're the one I need to tell you're the one my mind makes snide comments to when I'm talking to someone else and they're not getting it like and I know you would. 

I thought we were soul mates, once. I'd hate for that to be true.It's a sad kind of life to live...missing you. Its so strange how the same face can make you feel so right and bring you so much pain.