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it's complicated; this time i think it could be.
so is it me or is it you? was i wrong; were you right? i think it just might be me. my foolish sense of pride. not being able to let myself realize exactly what was there in the first place.
i think i could wait a thousand years just so long as you kept loving me. loving me more than i'm loving you. wanting me. needing me. everything that's suppose to be in all the books i read as a kid.
i remember watching movies like "while you were sleeping" or "when harry met sally" and thinking... i want that. i want that kind of love.
i could wait a thousand years. just so long as i had you. something better than a movie could ever show.
so is it me or is it you? was i wrong; were you right? i think it just might be me. my foolish sense of pride. not being able to let myself realize exactly what was there in the first place.
i think i could wait a thousand years just so long as you kept loving me. loving me more than i'm loving you. wanting me. needing me. everything that's suppose to be in all the books i read as a kid.
i remember watching movies like "while you were sleeping" or "when harry met sally" and thinking... i want that. i want that kind of love.
i could wait a thousand years. just so long as i had you. something better than a movie could ever show.