Remember Me

Missing an ex

Remember me, babe, when you look up at the stars at night and wonder if I’m seeing the same ones. Remember me, babe, when you finally get to Rome,; how I promised to get you there and how, though you never knew it, it was where I was going to propose.

He’ll Always Be The One That Got Away

When those thoughts creep up on me, I console myself with the old adage that maybe it’s ‘all for the best’, but deep down I don’t really believe that. Somehow I don’t think that a lifetime of wondering, “What if?” and asking if I missed a real chance at love and happiness is in anyone’s best interests.