Every Love Song Has A Reason & Season

Then:

I remember when we first hooked up we were only 14, it was all about us.

All day on the phone and the stuff we discussed.

You used to come over when my mom was gone

We didn't know what we were doing but we got our freak on

That was when it started getting real feeling kept getting caught

Gifts started being bought and everybody knew the deal

We used to hang out kiss argue and all that

Hang up the phone and call right back

The older we got everyone said that we were going to change

But when 2-1 came you and I were still in the game

'08' new version of Bonny and Clyde

No matter what it was we were side-by-side

Now:

Who knew we would be where we are here today

Who knew our love would ever be called a memory

Who knew my home for happiness would soon be misery

Hate that we're so distant; do you even miss me at all?

That's why it's killing me, what we're going through

Somehow I thought our love would stand the test of time and never ever fade

I know that things weren’t going right, but don't you think it deserved a fight

A love like ours don't happen everyday.

How many times have you forgiven me?

How was I supposed to know that you were plain sick of me?

You don't just pick up and leave me sick like that

You don't throw away what we had, just like that

 It breaks my heart, to think that loving me is not easy to do

And I don't mean to make it hard, Sorry for all the changes I put you through

Now we are testing to see if the grass is greener on the other side

These separate dark roads is were we choose to reside

He said, ”I don’t think its meant to be” So forever this is you and me.

Always & Forever

Forever is a long time and time has a way of changing things

They say if you love something you’ve got to let it go

And if it comes back then its means much more

But if it never does at least you know 

That was something you had to go through to grow

So, if we ever see eye 2 eye again our wedding date (08-30-15) is set

Just meet at the alter in your white suit & Franck Muller on your left wrist (lol)

Music and Poetry by Paul Hartal