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In a sense, I feel like I am reliving the past.
I remember lying wide awake, listening to the summer nights, and counting the days until I would see you again. Things are so different now. I never imagined being this far away from you. We were going to grow up, get married and live happily ever after. I feel so ridiculous when I think about it now. We were so ignorant and blind. We were such children. And as terribly stupid as we were, those were the happiest days of my life.
I don't demand much anymore. I just want to be friends. I know you do too. And yet, we're struggling to maintain peace. Maybe you don't feel it but I do. Even when I make my thoughts clear to you, it feels as though they go floating over your head. I swear we used to speak the same language.
Now I lie awake at night, listening to song that remind of the summer nights, and counting the days since I last heard your voice. I could easily pick up the telephone and end my countdown but the truth is, I'm scared. I'm terrified of the way you make me feel.
I have a terrible feeling that I will spend the rest of my life in the internal struggle.
I remember lying wide awake, listening to the summer nights, and counting the days until I would see you again. Things are so different now. I never imagined being this far away from you. We were going to grow up, get married and live happily ever after. I feel so ridiculous when I think about it now. We were so ignorant and blind. We were such children. And as terribly stupid as we were, those were the happiest days of my life.
I don't demand much anymore. I just want to be friends. I know you do too. And yet, we're struggling to maintain peace. Maybe you don't feel it but I do. Even when I make my thoughts clear to you, it feels as though they go floating over your head. I swear we used to speak the same language.
Now I lie awake at night, listening to song that remind of the summer nights, and counting the days since I last heard your voice. I could easily pick up the telephone and end my countdown but the truth is, I'm scared. I'm terrified of the way you make me feel.
I have a terrible feeling that I will spend the rest of my life in the internal struggle.