At times like and incurable mental illness
It's Hope
It's Hoping the other person feels the same
It Wonder
It’s wondering if they think about you just as much

It’s like going back to your old neighborhood or elementary school
And remembering the good memories, the childlike memories, remembering sweet innocence  

It’s the first day of a new season
You met in the fall, made it through winter, Hoped for spring,
Spring came and left and you're now enjoying the summer heat of June 21st