I keep looking back.
Looking back how we start.
Looking back how you become sweet.
Looking back how you become persistent.
Looking back how you court me.
Looking back how you constantly communicate at me.
Looking back how you make me fall in love with your antics.

Looking back all the memories we have.
Looking back with the short encounter we have.
But those minimal encounter, I treasure it.

I treasure every encounter I have with you.
I treasure it with all my heart.
I keep looking back at you.

Those keep looking back it hurts my feeling.
You make me feel I'm not worthy.
I keep asking myself why you did not let me stay with you.
Am I not really important to you.

I keep looking back.