Just when I thought I was getting better you walk into the restaurant where I’m having lunch. Had I not been with my family I would have walked over to you, whether you liked it or not.
Same feeling when I saw you– hands shook, couldn’t breathe, felt like I’d been kicked in the gut again. I can’t stand this. I thought you were here to stay. I didn’t want this to end.
You went back to her, again, but you keep coming back to me, too. I know you keep trying to do the right thing, but obviously your heart tells you something different. Just come back.
What can I do to change your mind? Just tell me, and it’s done. Talk to me, please.
I don’t want this to be over.