Remember last summer? Remember the first time we saw each other? Remember the first time you hugged me? Smiled at me? Laughed at me? Remember the first time you held my hand? Remember our first date? Our first Kiss? Remember our late night phone calls? Remember me?
It has been a year, and yet I lay in bed at night thinking about you, wondering if you ever think of me. I dream dreams where we still hold each other, and I wonder if you ever dream of me. My heart still hurts. Being broken hurts. The tears are frequent, and so many days I have not wanted to do anything but sleep. But I am strong. I get out of bed. I laugh with my friends. Time eases the pain, but it does not erase it. I miss you, but do you miss me? You’re with her, but do you ever wonder what we could become with a second chance? I see it in your eyes. I hear it in your voice—you are not over me. You still care about me. You still want me. All the same, you believe our relationship would be better as friends, and maybe you are right….for now. I can’t help to think, however, that maybe what we had was more than a summer fling. Maybe what we had is what you can’t see that we still have. Maybe you and I will end up together. Maybe we won’t, but a girl can wish can’t she?