Those years went fast, I want to do it again but before I new I had made a decision - or did I?
I always held on to the back of your hand, until I felt home, I just don’t know if I’ll ever feel better for letting go. I guess I'll just never know. I made plans to break it off after Summer. Maybe, I thought, the heart would hurt less in winter.
I always thought it was sad the way we act like stranger after all that we had.. we act like we had never met. We visit a life we both left behind, I ignored the heart, move to the ever-moving.
The way I love you is relentless. It breaks my concentration.