Every night in my dreams we are still one. My friends tell me that they still see us together in their dreams, too. I miss you but only because I was too impatient to keep you. I asked the other day if we could try again. No, not ever is a pretty good indicator of what you feel about me, even now.
There is no excuse for the way I ran.
Everyone but you tells me you're the one. I guess you would be the one to know.
