I sit in my room and hope that maybe that last passing car was you trying to get one more glimpse of me while I'm trying to get one more glimpse of you. But it wasn't you, or was it.
I saw you in a crowd today and called your name aloud, but you didn't answer back. Was it really you or just my mind playing a cruel joke on me.
I would kill for just one more of your tender hugs and a gentil kiss. I would give up my own life right now if I could have you back forever. But then I would not live to see forever with you.
I would gladly die right now if it wasn't for the thought that the phone might ring with you on the other end; or that the next car might stop and you would get out and put your arms around me.
I'm a hopeless romantic, so sue me.
I'll never stop loving you.
