I still find you in the back of my mind and my dreams.
I used to never find myself alone, I enjoyed my solitude. Now, I hate it. I always have to be doing something. Always trying to better myself when I used to be completely comfortable.
I'm too young, why did you come so early in my life? give it a month longer and it'll be half-a-year since. If I wait to long, you might be gone. Am I willing to take the risk of waiting long? I am not willing to live my life with regrets.
I'm torn. If it's meant, it'll be.
call it what you want, it was still enough