I've read this somewhere.

It make sense, although it hurts. Missing you had become my sickness and the cure being your presence. . .it gives hope , it allows me to live because I will see, touch, hug and feel you one day. .I choose to be part of you since you were apart of me long time ago. . .when I miss you I just close my eyes then I see you coming closer, at night I just sleep only to meet you on my dreams. I feel bad when we separate, when we depart because I am not used to your absence. You always sing for me, you say songs that heals, that cures, that gives me wings. But I am alone when I miss you.