When I am lonely, I imagine that I am with you, sitting by a field, watching the clouds go by. I imagine us talking about life, like we would always do when we were younger. How I miss those days when we didn't have a care in the world! All we were worried about was whether we'd get home in time for dinner.
But alas, as much as I'd want those days, being with you, watching the sky turn to night - you are your own person now and I am a different girl. I could only hope that maybe one day we would have a chance to do what we did best - just being together.
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