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The Way We Were

Goodbye. See I don't mean to cry. But I will miss you every time I look into your eyes. It's hard to imagine that you won't be around. It's hard for me to imagine that I will have to hold up the fort alone. Alone. That hurts the most. Not saying goodbye cause I admit it was time. We had a lot of problems and we couldn't rewind. Not back to the way it use to feel. Back to when I wasn't afraid that I was going to affect you. That pure sort of emotional state that happened between me and you. I think the problem was that you had too much on your mind and when I got around you I had too little. All I could think about was us and the moment, and all you could think about was the future and how this was going to work. I wish we could have held on. I wish that the stress didn't take over. I wish I could still touch you and hold you. It's the one thing I will reminisce on constantly. Us. The way we were. Before all the drama came into play. Natural. Nothing forced. I loved it that way. It was so honest and real. The way I felt about you and still do was never tainted or never flawed. It was perfect. Now we had our arguments and disagreements but like you said they were merely obstacles that we had to get over. You always knew just what to do to make me smile. At least that hasn't change... I wish things could remain the same but they can't. There's always tomorrow. So don't go getting too serious with another... and don't hurt yourself so that I will forever have to mourn you. Be safe. Keep a little piece of your heart opened for me. I will come back whenever you stop thinking and just start feeling again like the way we were.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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