08 February 2011
I'm so glad you made time to see me. How's life? Tell me how's your family, I haven't seen them in a while. You've been good, busier then ever. We small talk, work and the weather. Your guard is up and I know why, 'cause the last time you saw me is still burned in the back of your mind. So this is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night and I'd go back to december all the time. It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you wishing that I'd realized what I had when you were mine.