I miss him It's the new school year, it all reminds me of him. How we used to stay up all night depriving each other of sleep because we didn't want the conversation to end, how we planned the next year to go, how we said we could work as long as we had confirmation class. How he said I was all he needed, how he said he could see us with the same ring on our finger, as we ate cereal and had a child or two running around. It's silly to think of it all now because we were so young and our love was naΓ―ve and how he now says our relationship was a sham But sometimes I think about all we said to each other And I miss him