The sense of fading always makes me sad but proud of myself.
It shows that it could actually happen.
It makes me know that you're nothing to me.
But deep down hating of admitting the truth about how I feel.
Still longing and wanting every part of the past I had.
Everything that I had.

Waking up in the morning ready to face the day,
Perspective of life never seem so purposeful.
It's like there's a reason to go on and love life and myself.

That joy and smile that would be there without you knowing when you're in deep thought of that special someone.
Then feeling all silly about your behavior but it's just something you can't stop yourself from doing.

When,
His smile reflects yours.
His breathing began matching yours.
He becomes a magnet that you couldn't help to draw near too.
He makes you feel like a kid again.
His scent becomes your own personal fragrant of life.
His weak point becomes something you could laugh at when you're down.

Thinking about the things he did.

You know you fell deep,
and you don't seem to care because this is everything that makes you feel complete.