I loved listening to the background noise on your voice tracks,
I loved grasping lyrics of songs with your name in them,
I loved imagining I was the one you promised to fall in love with,
Yet I still agree I am not the one worthy of it.
I still love the tone of your voice,
When you mumble something about love to someone else,
And it pleasantly hurts to know you'd never say to me something of that,
I'm not worthy of such emotion to be felt.
Now you grew so much,
You speak to many souls of the world,
Meaning such great deal to so many,
And I am in the past of where you started in the beginning.
