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I'm so glad you made time to see me How's life? Tell me, how's your family? I haven't seen them in a while You've been good, busier than ever We small talk, work and the weather Your guard is up and I know why Because the last time you saw me Is still burned in the back of your mind You gave me roses and I left them there to die So this is me swallowin' my pride Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December all the time It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright I go back to December all the time These days, I haven't been sleepin' Stayin' up playin' back myself leavin' When your birthday passed and I didn't call Then I think about summer, all the beautiful times I watched you laughin' from the passenger's side And realized I loved you in the fall And then the cold came, the dark days When fear crept into my mind You gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye So this is me swallowin' my pride Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December all the time It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind I go back to December all the time I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile So good to me, so right And how you held me in your arms that September night The first time you ever saw me cry Maybe this is wishful thinkin' Probably mindless dreamin' But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right I'd go back in time and change it, but I can't So if the chain is on your door, I understand But this is me swallowin' my pride Standin' in front of you sayin' I'm sorry for that night And I go back to December It turns out freedom ain't nothin' but missin' you Wishin' I'd realized what I had when you were mine I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind I go back to December all the time All the time
three years and three months after
back in boston, brooke and the sturniolo's found themselves there at the same time. usually, brooke would go and they would still be in los angeles, or the other way around. it was just a coincidence that they'd all been there.
it was january, meaning the streets were covered in snow. brooke never appreciated the snow when she lived there, for to her it was nothing but cold. however, after she moved, she'd find herself looking outside her window, wishing for snow.
walking into a familiar cafe, the girl sat down at her usual table. her and the triplets used to go there all the time when they were in high school and would never fail to sit at one particular booth in the corner. sitting there brought back so many good memories for brooke, whereas the past few times she had been, it brought her nothing but sadness. instead of sitting there missing matt, she sat there happy to have had all those memories.
