Love.
Sometimes i find myself sitting back and reminiscing. Especially when i have to watch other people kissing. And i remember when you started calling me your mrs. All the play fighting and all the flirtatious disses.I'd tell u sad stories about my childhood. I dont know y i trusted u but i knew that i culd.
Dreams.. Dreams of when we started things. It seems that i cnt shake those memories. I wonder if u have the same dreams too. The littlest things that take me there. I know it sounds lame but its so true. I noe its not right but it seems unfair. that things are reminding me of you. Sometimes i wish we culd just pretend even if only for one weekends.
So c'mon.. tell me is this the end ?
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