It's just the memory I miss.
I know better than to actually want you back, because everyone and their mother knows there is no chance for that. I'm not that naive. I just miss all the sweetness, and all the fun we had. I know it wouldn't be the same anymore. I just like to think about it all.
It makes me sad thinking that I won't find anyone I liked as much as you. You were different, and I liked that. I just don't know if anyone can measure up to that.
And it sucks.
Who knows if I'd be a fan of who you are now, but I sure as hell miss who you were when it was us.
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