It's the way you smile away your sorrows.

“Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on. I hope you never have to think about anything as much as I think about you.” — Jonathan Safran Foer

“Unfortunately, the clock is ticking, the hours are going by. The past increases, the future recedes. Possibilities decreasing, regrets mounting.” — Haruki Murakami

Every time I breathe it hurts my heart. I want to know you more, to talk you but you're never around. I wonder what you think of me, whether you want to use me or if it's something more. I guess I'll never know.