You long for me and I know it. Just come out and say it. Let’s deal with it. Let’s move on. I want us to at least be friends, for you to form part of my life and be in it.
I’m so damn happy yet for some reason he finds a way to make me doubt my happiness and make me go back in a time machine and remember those happy times. Why? Will this ever fade? Do I need to just get over it, or is it just that part of me that he can tickle so well, a part of me that will always wonder..