There you are walking with her, your hands tapping against each other from time to time. I can tell you want to reach out and take her little hand. Oh, how I wish it were mine instead.
She keeps glancing up at you, smiling. Her perfect white teeth glowing and her stunning blue eyes lighting up as you smile back. I'd like to imagine that deep down she's a *****, but truth be told she probably isn't. That wouldn't be something you'd go for. That's probably why you and I would never work. I wasn't always a ***** though. Not that you'd remember.
Wow, look at you! How much you've changed! You look stunning, gorgeous even. Unfortunately, so does the woman walking beside you, tapping the back of your hand with hers...
She really looks beautiful from here. I sure hope she turns out to be a *****. It would make me feel better, though I can probably never have you either way. Not anymore, at least.
This is the first time I've seen you in the city since... Nevermind. I should probably stop staring at you. You're bound to look over at any moment.