Sometimes you sit and you think and you wonder if he can see it in your eyes... can he tell you still love him... that there\'s nothing you\'d rather think about then the times when he held you in his arms... can he see the tears? Cause they sure are there. Deep down, sure enough, along with the pain and the hurt and the lonliness that you bury so deep you\'re sure no one can tell. Sometimes you\'d give anytime imaginable to be able to make him understand... to have one more chance to make him know how much he meant. To be able to feel complete... but you smile through it all... you talk like you always used to, best of friends. And every time he smiles at you a tiny little pang of hope springs up but you crush it beefore it can surface, before it can give you away. And you hug him goodbye like it\'s nothing while all you want to do is hold on forever.
