I missed you. Guess I've always been missing you.
No matter how hard I tell myself to not think of you or remember all the memories we had, I just keep missing you.
I'm selfish, I love you and I want your love back. I wish I could let you go that easily for the sake of your happiness, but in fact I couldn't stand the reality that you're not mine.
I want you. You're the only one I've always wanted. I wish I could just stop loving you, stop thinking about you, but I was never able to do so. I struggled with my own heart. Through the years, I never forget you.
Unstable, I admit. Inconsistent, it's me. Selfish is the way I love you. Hunger is the way I want you.
Oh, Babe..if (only) you were my baby..
