This. Is. Love.

I cried the pain away last night
ironically, I left you but the tears was on me
I never meant to fly away
but I have to

Now all I do reminisce us, together
though the more I remember the good
the more I miss you so bad
and all I'm left is your picture, in my head

Hearing your voice makes me sad all over again
but it fuels my soul to regain faith in us
I'd be coming back
back in your arms again

But now the feeling still consumes me
there isn't any good in goodbyes
but it made me realize one thing
this must be love, this is love

I so miss my baby