Why do I linger in the past?
So absorbed in moments that are long gone...

I stare at the nearly finished book,
almost sad that I've gone through it so fast...

The way I look at him,
touches the very depths of me...

Understanding yourself
is as complicated and troublesome...

It finally hits me now,
the pain, the hurt, the past...

Was it just a dream?
I don't understand you...

I look at the mirror,
look at myself...

I saw you once,
now I'm falling...

It was that night,
an amazing night...

I give one glance,
a smile I've never seen...

Sweetness pours out of you,
laughter is all I hear from you...

My best friend
Adorably perfect in every way...