you mean, life is good... except for that huge gaping, gabe-shaped hole in your heart
sweet lady, my floor wants to try your clothes on
come on darlin', give me a scribblin'
i like to think you depend on me
or need/pine/yearn for me, etc
i also like to think that you bake cookies for me and have them stored around your house and other places, and that one day we will reunite and eat these cookoies