i still wish i'd had one more chance to see you. you and your mesmerizing pacific ocean eyes. i wish i'd got the chance to sit in the gravel with you at dusk; just to simply talk about anything and everything and enjoy each other's company. the feeling of emptiness in the pit of my stomach has been present for as long as i can remember, all because i miss you. i've been sitting on the gravel alone, thinking of the plans we once dreamed up. looking at the sunset through the trees only makes me want you more. the fireflies that dance around my nostalgic head don't know you're missing from my picture. they don't know how terrible it is to need someone like i need you. we can't feel for the fireflies, but i always wonder if they can feel for us. do they light up the night to show us the way through our darkness? can they tell we feel empty? can they tell when we miss someone? do they know what love is? sometimes i like to think i'm a firefly. when i'm a firefly, i fly the 3,800 miles across the pond to you. i fly across the big atlantic ocean just to see those gorgeous pacific ocean eyes staring back at me. even if i was a firefly, or even if i wasn't, rather, they make me light up either way.