How I will miss the confidence that brought you to me
How I will miss the trust that made me to have you
How I will miss the loyalty that kept you to me
How I will miss the diplomacy that kept me on tenterhooks
How I will miss the fear that made you give in to me
How I will miss the love you never wanted to show
How I will miss the affection you unleashed—just to keep me
How I will miss your love
How I will miss your chastisement
How I will miss your laughter—and soft punches
How I will miss your smile—that dispels my moods
How I will miss your torturing suspense
Even though you already know this, I'll still tell you: You mean more to me than a dozen statements.
Time will tell how much I love(d) you
Time will tell how much I need(ed) you
Time, perhaps, will tell how much I deceived you.
Time will tell, Mon Chério, but I will miss you.
Qui sera sera.
Au revoir...
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