And true love, well that lasts a lifetime
I don't want tomorrow to come. I'm so scared. Because it may well be the last time I see him smile ... that smile that reaches into his eyes and melts my heart. It maybe the last time I hear him laugh, the last time we talk ... last. last. last. Or maybe not, if he attends grad school here, but then I'll just go through the same thing again next fall. But I don't care I want more time. And I can't really say I'm in love with him, but I do love him. And tomorrow is going to break my heart. I hate goodbyes, I hate them SO much. Sometimes I wish I wasn't going to Ireland ... but I am glad I am. It's just hard. There's a lot of people I am going to miss with all my heart. But he tops the list. I just wish I could know if we'll meet down the road. I'm sure the hurt will fade when I get to Ireland, but right now I can't even sleep at night with the thought of it.
Why do we always have to say goodbye? And what do I say? There's no words I can give him that will express everything. Do I tell him I love him? I don't know ...
Why do we always have to say goodbye? And what do I say? There's no words I can give him that will express everything. Do I tell him I love him? I don't know ...