It's incredible sad the way I used to miss you, almost like you were an angel to me, a saint, or a devil, something that I dedicated my devotion to, like was the only thing sure or pure in my heart, that I was there sitting and praying with all my heart to belong to me as I was yours, something that I'd never touched in deep, but I was holding onto like it was the only thing that really matters to me.
It's sad.
Incredible sad.