You were you and I was I; we were two before our time. I was yours before I knew, and you have always been mine too.

We had no ending, no said goodbye. For all my life, I'll wonder why.

Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting for the next x or o.

When words run dry, he does not try, nor do I. We are on par. He just is, I just am and we just are.

I thought you were a keeper, I wish I could have kept you.

I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.

Before the tears that tore us, when our history was before us.

Sometimes we want what we couldn't, sometimes we love who we could.