I wish everything would go back to how it used to be, when we only had each other and the rest of the world seemed irrelevant. When I was your everything and you were mine too. When I was your virtue and you were all my fantasies of a better world. When you were writing poems about me and I was writing books about you. When you adored me but I admired you. When I was everything that kept you having faith. When you held my heart... before you ran off and took it with you.