Sometimes I lay in bed and think about you, about us... and about what I wish we were and what I wish we could be. You could parade into a room where everyone is frowning, and just your presence could put a smile on someone's face. I mesmerize about how I wish you were mine, even though you're not. I have never needed this more, and I will never let this feeling go. As long as your smile doesn't fade, my feelings won't either.