i met with you once upon a dream.
i’m trying to figure out why some people come into your life for such brief amounts of time, turn your world upside down, and then leave forever.
i’m left wondering if it was all make believe. it’d be nice to know the happiness was real. and mutual.
you told me i’d eventually forget those little things like the way your eyes change colors or the sound of your laugh or how you say my name…but i don’t want to forget. i don’t, i don’t, i don’t.
i want to keep those things. because they’re all i have left.
