Oh god I miss you.

I miss the real you. I guess I miss the old us.

Oh god I wish you knew,

How my heart beats like thunder when you're around. But I guess you can't hear its sound.

Oh god I wish you're here.

I really do. But I guess you don't understand.

and couldn't.

Oh god I wish I can tell you,

How my feelings for you bloom from a little dull seedling, to a blood red rose, just in days.

And it just keeps on growing.