Could we stop, for just a little while?
Can we go back to the days that I could come to you?
The days where you'd let me lean on your shoulder, and you'd just listen?
When holding hands and hugging was a bond, intimate, and kissing was shared between lovers?

But now, trying to be with you is something so much more complicated, and you push me away.
The same way you came to me, I want you to come to me, because I'm here.
I'll be your shoulder to lean on, because you can trust me.
I'll listen to you, because we love each other.

Remember? When times were so much simpler and you didn't lie. When we didn't have to live up to other people's expectations? No, you don't remember? Its fine. Let the present play on, even if it doesn't make anyone happy. Even if it's safer not to love me, because they're right. I'm me, you're you. What's meant to be is meant to be, and obviously this isn't working. But it could've. Couldn't it? What if?