I woke up in a strange place, by his voice, He said, "Baby, I'm moving." He whispered to my ears, I could tell it's him. I was shocked, and terrified. I began to cry. I missed him like there was no tomorrow. I knew that this was completely irrational. I knew that it's possible I could never love like this again. I'm stuck.
I wrote him an email, I told him that "I had a strange dream about you. You told me that you were moving." Soon I got an email back with nothing but this song. I listened to it. I cried.
I'm not certain there is ever going to be a chance that I'd love another like I've loved him. It's coming up three years, and it does not die, it does not diminish, it does not go away. Other people come and go, but my feelings for him never goes away. I begin to wonder if that's natural to have that persistent longing for someone like I do for him.
Other people, there will always be other people. But there is never going to be another like him. And sometimes I wonder if this is it, this is the love I'll feel, until the end.
I wrote him an email, I told him that "I had a strange dream about you. You told me that you were moving." Soon I got an email back with nothing but this song. I listened to it. I cried.
I'm not certain there is ever going to be a chance that I'd love another like I've loved him. It's coming up three years, and it does not die, it does not diminish, it does not go away. Other people come and go, but my feelings for him never goes away. I begin to wonder if that's natural to have that persistent longing for someone like I do for him.
Other people, there will always be other people. But there is never going to be another like him. And sometimes I wonder if this is it, this is the love I'll feel, until the end.
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