She's everything you are not
Organized, disciplined and predictable
Yet why is it your chaos that I crave the most?
Those little quirks that belonged to you
Why do I miss it so?
The vanilla scented candles that was lit every night by our bedside
Makes me yearn for it on nights like these
Nights like these when her body lying beside me fails to give me the warmth I need
I have to move on, I know you have too
But with each passing day, I take a step backwards
Hoping, praying, to find my way back towards you...