It feels like I was left on a cliffhanger with no future end to the story. It's like eating a meal and still feeling empty. It's like an unfinished sentence. An unfinished action, a lackluster hug, a kiss that just does not make the grade. Something's missing and you won't tell me what it is. I keep hoping to hear from you, I keep hoping that you want to know what the end of the story is too. Everything in me tells me to keep trying, except you... Some things missing. I guess we'll forever be unfinished business.