i miss his words
i miss his lips...
i miss his look into my eyes
i miss his eyes...
i miss his sarcastic laugh
i miss his voice...
i miss his hands
i miss his touch...
" I know that freedom has a high price, as high as that of slavery; the only difference is that you pay with pleasure and a smile, even when that smile is dimmed by tears " Paulo Coelho - The Zahir
