You know... I think of the way she used to kiss me how sweet her lips tasted, and how they'd press against mine so gently and...I wonder if she misses me the way I miss her. Hoping I could forget the way she forgets me, swiftly, I change my train of thought because it's alright, as long as she's happy, alright for me to feel empty and as he fills her with joy, I'm filled with envy. Guess I never got the message across, never sent, still sending; Pending for your approval messaged stayed the same but needed a renewal and the love I...