I always dreamed the day where I would bump into on the street.
I like to picture myself happy, with a smile on my face, staring into your eyes playing back every memory that we had.
You would look the same, older of course. You had the same old white t-shirt you wore when you were a teen.
You would tell me about your family, I would tell you of mine.
We could laugh here and there, talking about the moments that got us to this exact moment.

I always dreamed of the moment where you would tell me you were sorry, for making my heart break, my eyes tear, my body ache. I would smile.
I would thank you for the life I have now.
You would tell me you had to go, and I would tell you my hopes of happiness that would go your way.

I always dreamed of the moment where he would say goodbye again and my heart would do nothing but ache for him. Many people won't understand this part, but I dream of this day because I want nothing but my heart back. He has every single piece of my heart. Every single piece of my **** heart. I hate him for it, I really do. I dream of the day that I can get reunited with my **** heart. And the second that, that guy takes a step away from me I lose it all over again. I lose him all over again but I would do anything to be with him again.