I get nostalgic over photographs and my baby shoes, but I don't know how to compare that to how much I'm missing you.

But the thing is you're living your life, meeting new people. And to you, I'm just another fading photograph or shoe that you grew out of.

It ***** knowing that I somehow always get what I want, but only for a short period of time.

I wanted to get close to you, truly know who you are. And I did, but only for a while. Now I don't know if I ever cross your mind and make you smile.

In fact, I don't know if I ever cross your mind at all. But the amount of times you cross mine makes up for it.