Sometimes I miss him.
Sometimes so much so that the oxygen gets caught in my throat
I know hes the one
I convince myself hes coming back.
No other girl on the face of this earth could ever make him as happy ((as I did)).
How could he have liked me for five years,
And kissed me the way he did
How could I have been his only one,
Not just his number one,
For so long... and not be THE one?
It could have all been lies.
I could buy into that.
Im very tempted.
But then I hear his voice;
See the look in his eyes;
Feel his embrace
Taste his kiss
There is no way that all of that could not have been for real.
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