The pain.
The pain that starts in the brain and works its way to the heart.
The pain i feel when we part.
The sensation.
The sensation that makes my body hum to life when im with you.
The sensation that starts right on cue.
The longing.
The longing that begins when you aren't here to hold me for a while.
The longing that seems to continue for miles.
The emptiness.
The emptiness i feel where the spots that your lips usually find have run cold.
The emptiness i feel can at times be so bold.
This must be love ...
