Wet cheeks

...And we only know how to burn

I do not know what it is about him that I find so intriguing. Sometimes I wonder whether if its his childish laughter, or his occasional witty remarks. I miss him. People come and go from our lives everyday though its a wonder how some come and leave some sort of a mark on your heart. You remember the longing in their eyes as they leave. You remember their sad smile when they cannot explain themselves. And, oh, their wet cheeks.