He woke me up this morning. The dream i was having involved my past and things were getting bad. then he woke me up. i wish i didnt miss him so much. He called to hang out today, maybe tomorrow i said. maybe tomorrow.
i know that he will never really be mine. i know that. but when i see him and when he smiles at me we fit. when he kisses me we fit. when he holds my hand we fit. when he calls me and says " hey, i miss you" and i think quietly. i always miss you. we fit. but you will never really be mine. if that makes sense