When I think of you I think of how time has endlessly past and stalled by the fading yet constant memory of you

The memories of now and the memories of then are told differently in my head

Because as you now I have an overactive imagination

At Sunday night I drove you home it was quiet and uneventful with you sleeping right next to me

What I remember is a Sunday I could not end
Like a scene from a film the lighting of the street lamps perfectly placed to reveal your natural grin, as if to hint to the audience that you liked me too

What I remember is the beginning middle and end over romantic film that has been rewritten over and over again

Because as you know I have an overactive imagination

All the chasing playing laughing and cake throwing

All the *** and the dancing and every time we sat there and did nothing

Flashes like a montage of our greatest hits

What I remember is a plot of a romantic masterpiece one that can satisfy anyone's needs

But as you know I have an overactive imagination

And although I enjoy the show it was built off of exaggerations over past

The truth is it's been a very long time and I'm not sure if we'd be able to add anything new

Our story was one about an incredibly kind and beautiful girl

Who fell in love with a boy who was more brave and determined than anyone else, when it came to love

But there it goes my overactive imagination

We'd love each other then
It doesn't mean we'd love each other now

What it comes down to is that I'm not as brave as I used to be, when it comes to our love

So I quietly watch this film

Until the film wears thin