I wait for him to return to me,
To come back and be near me once more.
Inside, my emotions are wrestling,
Conflicting like never before.
His absence touches my core,
Making me feel empty inside.
I said I'd be ok without him,
But now I know that I lied.
I remember his very last match...
I haven't seen him in person since.
I'm miserable, aching, heartbroken;
A princess without my prince.
I wish that I could just touch him;
More than ever, I crave his kiss.
Yet, I dare not speak his name...
His beautiful name, Chris...