Honestly, one of these days I hope we really work things out. I miss having you as a friend. I miss having you as my one and only. And most of all, I think I miss being genuinely happy. Maybe one day we can actually be just friends. Maybe one day we get married. Whatever happens I this waiting.
“What about me... What about us... What about trust... My love ain’t free... No. Well maybe I’m fucked up crazy. But baby you’re with me maybe? You just had a little something more to do with this lately... Maybe... Just lately... Any you hate when I tell you how I really feel. And I hate it cause with you I’m no longer real... Can’t keep this thing on silent. Our love was never blinded. You say you love me but you don’t love me like I love you and that’s fucked up.” - Villette
