I'm not sure why you still look at me. What are searching for? Maybe it's just to keep an eye on me. Or maybe it's because you still love me. Do you? Or maybe it's because you still wonder about me? I do too; I wonder about you. I wonder if you still want me. I wonder what life would be— if you were still next to me. Do you? I'm not sure why this Love still taunts me, but I do. At least I think I do... Maybe it's because we're meant to be; maybe it was suppose to be you...
