It's been a year, and I still believe that I ain't over you.
I remember the first time I saw you.
I remember the first time I talked with you.
I remember when you said that you loved me, and if I wanted to be yours.
I remember that day when I waited for you to come to my house, and met my mom.
I remember everything you did, and everything you told.
Babe, here I am, still loving you and waiting for you to come back.
I don't know why these feelings don't want to go. All I know's that I'm still needing you in my life.
I know that missing someone isn't about how long it's been since you've seen them, or the amount of time since you've talked. It's about that very moment when you're doing something and wishing they're right there with you. I know it very sure.
Oh my, I really wish things were different between us. I really do.
I guess I never let you go, because in the back of my mind, I still believe that someday we will get our second chances. Who knows? Maybe next time, we won't mess up.
