Those hours turned into days, and those days became a year... And now I can only wonder... If you'd recognize the same girl, that you purposefully left here.
When I think about you, the air is sucked out of my lungs, and I can't catch my breath. When I look at pictures of you, tears form behind my eyes, and I can't blink them back. When I dream about you, my nightmares become my reality, and I can't seem to stop that.