I dreamt about you again last night. Nothing bad nothing raunchy, I guess I just miss you. I'll admit it I made a mistake. You said yes to me I said no to you. Perhaps we weren't meant to be. It isn't that easy though. Is it ever that easy. If you weren't meant to be mine, why don't you leave my mind?
Want to know what I think? The fates had something absolutely, grand planned for us. Those three twisted, dastardly women had given us to each other at the wrong time. An issue that they only make once every eon. I would love to call them and complain. Instead, I dream about you every single night, and cry about you every morning.