I ran into your pictures today,

I saw your skin, I have kissed it so many times; I can remember exactly the texture, the scent, the warmth, the softness; but then I saw your eyes, I have seen those so many times; I know the exact color of them, the expressions, the excitement, the joy, the happiness, the tears they shed, the passion, the anger, but above all, I have seen the love in them.
I saw your hair it was so soft, so pretty, your neck, so kissable, so soft, your smile so sincere, when you smile you look like a little boy, so cute, so honest, that’s only because you can’t fake a smile, at least not to me.
I saw your hands, they’ve hold me so many times, hug me, caress me, I remember the touch how gentle or rough it can get, how strong or weak the support they give can be.
I saw you, the whole you, so my type, but so distant now, this is just pictures, in real life I don’t feel like I ever met you, all this things that I describe, feel like some kind of movie that I have seen too many times, but yet I’m still out of it, now that it’s gone it’s like it wasn’t there at all..