Missing.

What happens when you miss someone so much that you wanna call.

But know you shouldn't, know you can't.

When someone else asks you why not someone else, you say... Just because it isn't him.

When someone else caresses you, you remind yourself carelessly... It isn't him.

Oh. Dear. Girl. Why so silly? Especially when you know he doesn't love you, he's never cared...?

Because simply... It's him.
That's what I loved about it.

It was him.
But he never believed it.