I wish you'd seen me from the start. I wish you'd wanted me from the beginning. I wish you'd given me that assurance. Maybe that I would know you're the one. Maybe then I wouldn't be so messed up trying to figure out how someone would know that another person is their special person in this world of faces.
And among all the people that have come and gone, you seem to stand out. Not that the promises are different. I'm just silly enough to believe yours. To believe that you're not one of my beloved 'friends' who come and go. Seasonal, really. They can all just go away for good, really. That wouldn't be the worst thing. At least my social life, if I ever had one, wouldn't have to be based on lies.