My World

I type the next line and anxiously wait for yours.
Its been three months and seventeen days
since we had to part and I think I love you more than before.
(Is that possible or do I just miss you so?).
Live for the messages you send,
and the times you call.
Sleep with a smile. You always say goodnight.
Wake up happy,you just said good morning.
When did the message tone sound so beautiful?
And idly I wonder, when did you become my world?