I fall asleep in your hoodie every night, my hands clutching the bear you gave me. I always send up a short little bubble of hope to the skies before I go to bed, so that I might get you back. I always look at the dorky pictures of us together. The ones that are on my mirror so I always have an excuse to smile even if I'm looking at myself and the ones in the scrapbook above my head, so that way I can always look at you before I go to bed. I know, that we'll probably never get back together, but that doesn't mean I don't love you and don't want you.
