Whats Left

What is left when nothing has been said. But as i sit here and think about us, it makes me wonder what was it about u that made me weak and even today. Was it ur smile that i thout about or was it the scent of ur fragrence. Was it the shape of ur football built body? and then i tink what was it about me that made u weak about me. u tell me that it was my smile and the way i made u feel when i was around u. So why r u both sitting here at once thinking about the past year and how we left us at the door n me going my own way n u going urs. Why r u still sitting here as if nothing has happened or what is wong with us conversatin or laughin and us sending us emails? do u hate the fact that i talk to other boys or the fact that i lost weight and not sittin here sad n depressed about us. But i just want u to kno that i got love for u and i still sit here and wonder whats left.