Too much, it's all bitter sweet

It tingles on my body, the places your hands touched last night, it aches there too, from longing, i suppose.
I can feel the sensations, the gestures, the movements and the whispers of you on my skin when I move. It's so distracting that it's plaguing my thoughts, interrupting my daily usuals..
I missed you a second before you had to leave, not a minute later would have sufficed. It was only that second I needed to prepare myself.
I always have to prepare myself when you leave - I never know when you'll be back.
I needed you to be sure that it was because you had to that you left and not because you wanted to.
I didn't need you to say that you love me, because I saw it in your eyes after you kissed my eye lids, my nose, my cheeks and settled your whispers on my lips and then smiled that smile of a thousand long stemmed red roses drenched in hope.
I feel terrible about the past, yours and mine, about the way things turned out. But last night erased all that.
There is no past.
There is no future.
There's just the present.
Right here, right now, in this moment...
If you don't see it now, then I don't know how I'll ever show you
You're like a drug to me.
My own personal addiction.
If I close my eyes and think of you, I bet I could breath you in.
I bet I could, and I bet you believe me.
My God, I love you!