I just want to fix everything, but I know I can't.
It breaks my heart to know you're hurting.

I cry alone most of the time.
But, a few times I've cried in front of you.  
I've realized that the only time I let myself cry in front of someone, is when they can fix me.
It's like I can't let myself fall apart unless it's in front of someone that can piece me back together.
You were always able to fix me, you always knew exactly what to say, and exactly what to do.
But you're gone, and with you left any way of being fixed.
I know that sounds dramatic, but it's true.
You were my glue, my comfort, my best friend.

The way you interrupt my thoughts when you aren't even in the room makes me think I'm still in love with you.

You're gone now, holding another hand.
But, I hope you still think about me when you kiss her.
When you look into her brown eyes... for a second you wish they were green.

They say true love has a habit of coming back.
I believe it.

I swear, I didn't believe there was such a thing as cloud nine until I kissed you.