Sep 2013
It's now 11:39 pm and I'm sitting here at the edge of the bed, writing about how much I miss you.
You know sometimes, I would stare at you and admire you & get lost with the thought of you and of how much
I love your smile, and of how much I love your eyes.
But not only that, I love the smell of your cologne. I love the way you look at me, I love the way you hold me, because you do it with such gentleness and it makes me feel safe.
It's now 11:41 pm, and I'm sitting at the edge of the bed, wondering if you're thinking about me.
You know, I tend to think about you every second you're not around, funny thing is you're never around anymore, so basically I think about you all the time. I kind of wish our break up didn't happen because I love you, and I think you love me too.
It's now 11:43 pm, and I'm sitting at the edge of the bed, writing about you, wondering if maybe there is any chance that we will get back together, but then again, I laugh at myself and realize that it will only happen in my dreams.
It's now 11:45 pm, and I hate the way you broke my heart but I love the way you're still kind of here for me, I hate the way you made me feel, but then again I'm in love with the way you made everything seem so perfect for me when the world was crashing down on me.
It's now 11:48 pm, and I think about what the people tell me. They tell me silly things like move on, or I know it ain't easy for you but if he moved on then you should too, but what they don't know is that I still hold on to the memory of us so tightly because I have hope in you, in us, and the possibility of getting back together.
It's 11:50 pm now, and I want to thank you for all the memories, all the good and bad you've done to me, because even though we had bad times at a certain point, you taught me how to love. And you're still the guy that owns my heart, and you're still part of me even though I'm not part of you anymore, so I'll be here for you if you ever need me. The fact is that I'm not ready to move on even if I wanted to.
It's 11:52 pm, and all I know is that I'm in love with you my dear.
You know sometimes, I would stare at you and admire you & get lost with the thought of you and of how much
I love your smile, and of how much I love your eyes.
But not only that, I love the smell of your cologne. I love the way you look at me, I love the way you hold me, because you do it with such gentleness and it makes me feel safe.
It's now 11:41 pm, and I'm sitting at the edge of the bed, wondering if you're thinking about me.
You know, I tend to think about you every second you're not around, funny thing is you're never around anymore, so basically I think about you all the time. I kind of wish our break up didn't happen because I love you, and I think you love me too.
It's now 11:43 pm, and I'm sitting at the edge of the bed, writing about you, wondering if maybe there is any chance that we will get back together, but then again, I laugh at myself and realize that it will only happen in my dreams.
It's now 11:45 pm, and I hate the way you broke my heart but I love the way you're still kind of here for me, I hate the way you made me feel, but then again I'm in love with the way you made everything seem so perfect for me when the world was crashing down on me.
It's now 11:48 pm, and I think about what the people tell me. They tell me silly things like move on, or I know it ain't easy for you but if he moved on then you should too, but what they don't know is that I still hold on to the memory of us so tightly because I have hope in you, in us, and the possibility of getting back together.
It's 11:50 pm now, and I want to thank you for all the memories, all the good and bad you've done to me, because even though we had bad times at a certain point, you taught me how to love. And you're still the guy that owns my heart, and you're still part of me even though I'm not part of you anymore, so I'll be here for you if you ever need me. The fact is that I'm not ready to move on even if I wanted to.
It's 11:52 pm, and all I know is that I'm in love with you my dear.
