I'm curious
if there will be an us.
If I'll have a plus
one
to all these weddings coming up.
I wonder
what you're thinking...
If you'll ever know that I've been dreaming
of you
of all the things we used to do
And all that I hope to do.
I wonder what you think of me,
how you view what we used to be
If you hope to find a different side of me
Because I want you to see
all of me.
I'd open up to you
If I knew for sure that we'd make it through.
And I don't doubt that I will anyway
Because I have some things I want to say
to you.
Some things I want to finish, too.
I want to pick up on that last conversation
that we had
where I ended up so dang sad
Because I never considered the idea
But I think I knew somewhere inside
And still, all I wanted to do was hide.
But I've conquered the fear, I think,
of knowing what's inside of me.
And you know my demons
and you were there through the fight
You're the only one who held me while I cried.
Thank you for always being there by my side.
I just cant help but wonder
after all this rain and thunder
(as if it will ever end)
You'll ever be more than my friend.
But you know what they say about curiosity.
It kills.
So does that apply to dreams?