When I am missing you, I open your space and refresh it again and again, hoping for the emergence of a new archive or comment, though I don’t know what to reply.

When I am missing you, I recall every momoent when we were together, every word you said, and every kiss we had.

When I am missing you, I’d like to talk with my roommates about all the details when we were together, because only in this way can they know how much I love you.

When I am missing you, I always pick my cell phone up, enter the messege box and then quit. Wanna say something but don’t know what to say, and finally with just three words – I love you.