I fell for you,

yearned for you,

trusted you.

Hell, I think I might've even loved you.


But you let me fall,

and believe me, I miss your calls,

but I think I might miss you, too.

Atleast I think I do?

Or maybe, hopefully, it's just the idea of you?

Yeah, I think that's what made me love you,

us.



But, I think, maybe, just maybe,

I still love you.