I decided to come home for the night. What I didn't realize is that being home would flood my mind with memories that poke at my heart. This place, this couch, this room, this house, this street. It all holds memories. I have a box of old notes and pictures. I don't keep it at school because I know it will just make me sad. I decided to look at it just now, I don't really know why. I found words that I wish I hadn't read. 

"I can't imagine life before your name"
"Yeah so what if we go to college next year, I'm not going anywhere without you. It just couldn't feel like home if you are not there with me"

I'm tormenting myself. I have to remember that the boy that wrote this letter is not the person that came to be two years later. 

Why can't we go back?
Why can't we go back?
Why can't we go back?
To where those words held so true.
To where those words were how you really felt. 

I miss you through all of this.
I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you.
I miss the little boy I used to know.