The rush of love, oh the naïve thoughts of a confident 19 year old me, the faith in an older fellow who claims to care.
Canceling plans with friends, last minute drives to your house, running off to see you yet again.
For another sleepless night wondering if our feelings are really mutual.
Causing a scar to this day, the past is the past, but some things you can’t forget.
I must admit, sometimes I still wonder where you are now and perhaps if you wonder the same about me.