My Heart Speaks

I was so stressed-out for weeks due to a lot of work requirements. So after the presentation, which my senior and I worked hard for, I was relieved that our manager liked the report last December 3. He said we did great. Nevertheless, I felt so down not only physically but also emotionally. Here is what I wrote from my heart just after the presentation:

My heart is lonely. It is empty. It is longing for you. It is fitted for you.

Then and now, it speaks of you. Why? What have you done to it? What drug have you used for it to feel this way? 

Sigh. I really don't why, but I know you also don't know. We both don't know why. 

Come and go, you always do. How can I ever let you go if you keep on coming back? Yet... You also leave. And... When you want to come back, you just come back. Tell me why? Why are you doing this? 

Regardless of that, my heart has spoken, and it is you it speaks. However, I want to stop this already. But before I do... Let me know what your heart says. 

For if we're on the same page, I might listen to my heart's talking. But if not... I shall not heed to the whispers of my heart.

So now, tell me... 

What does your heart say?