Being apart from you again is feeling death in slow motion.
I think of how things could have been if only we had gotten married.
But, what can we do now? Pray for things to come through?
I'm lost without you, and I can't think of anything else,
but of what our destiny might be.
Suddenly, I close my eyes and I imagine your hands caressing my face,
fearing that you'll feel the tears running through my cheeks.
I know you're hurting as much as I am,
but I don't want you to feel sorry for me.
I love you and I'm not sorry for loving you,
you've giving me so much happiness,
and I know you're loving me in your own great way.
I miss you soo much and the fear of losing you is making me mad.
Don't let our love die through the distance, nor let the faith fall away...
I'm waiting for you until you come back to my arms,
and make the sun shine once again on these stormy times.