I still walk these streets, my streets, and think about you. Always? No. But still too much. "Love you all the time, even though you're no't mine." Sometimes I think I see your face but then it's just a stranger's and so my heart stops pounding and I keep on going. Even after all this, I still look for you everytime. What would I say? What would you say? Love? Never. Like? Too much. "You couldn't lose me if you tried." I'll probably regret this in the morning.