A good friend of mine sent me this song in the hopes of comforting me. But it just made me feel even worse that's all. Some parts are omitted because they didn't tally with the real deal.

Sometimes I find myself sittin' back and reminiscing,
especially when I have to watch other people kissin.
And I remember when you started callin me your miss's,
all that play fightin, all the flirtatious disses.
I'd tell you sad stories about my childhood,
I don't know why I trusted you but I knew that I could.
We'd spend the whole weekend lying in our own dirt,
I was just so happy in your boxers and your t-shirt.

Dreams, Dreams,
of when we had just started things.
Dreams of you and me.
It seems, it seems,
that I can't shake those memories.
I wonder if you have the same dreams too.

The littlest things that take me there.
I know it sounds lame but it's so true.
I know it's not right, but it seems unfair,
that the things are reminding me of you.
Sometimes I wish we could just pretend,
even if for only one weekend.
So come on, tell me,
Is this the end?

When I was feeling down, you made that face you do.
No one in the world that could replace you.

suri thought at 9:12 PM