What do you think of when you think of me? After all these years, do you think of me at all? Do you remember the good things? How we fit together, and how we held each other? Do you think about how despite all that we didn't have, it seemed like maybe it was enough? Do you think about how I hurt you? How I didn't answer you? Do you think about how I raged at the world after I had lost what I wanted? Did you know that I cared? Did you know that I wanted you too? Did you know I was scared? And that I pretended to be something other then what I was? Do you know how losing you really affected me? Did you know that deep down that I ..... ...
Did you know then? Do you know now? Would it have made a difference? Could it make a difference?