Memories overflow my mind with grief
of how things used to seem so simple
with you, just like saying I love you,
the words flowed so easily with you.
My mind rewinds a little further back
to when I was scared to say I like you,
but your constant flirting made me
believe it would all work out with you.
The memory of how I used to call you
a baby as a joke comes back again,
the way you just teased right back
without fear of me taking things personally.
All these memories continue to replay
while writing you another e-mail that
really can't express how much I think
about you all the time even if we collide.
