I don't know what I deserve, but for you I could work.

Eric, you understand me so well. I like to think that you don't but its not the truth.

Even though I don't see how you can, if you've never loved someone like me.

And I can see it in your eyes on nights like these that you love me.

I feel child-like, how when I find something beautiful I latch on.

You think I would have learned my lesson already, the one that ends with never knowing what you have until its gone.




But maybe I have, if I'm able to remind myself now.