I hope to god this makes you happy now. That the flame we had is burning out, and I hope you like your pictures facing down as even broken hearts may have their doubts and I’m burning all the letters hoping that I might forget her and her bad taste that she left when she was leaving me a life of barely breathing as she walked out of this place
If you only knew…
How much I still love you. That it’s your name I call out from my nightmares. That is you I picture at the end of the aisle. How I can’t even get interested in another guy, even when I try. I still want our dreams we thought out to come true. I want the marriage, the kids, hell, I’ll even go for the cheesy mini can if it means having you.
It’s you. It’s always been you.