they could meet someone and feel like they’ve known them all their life, and then I met you. I was reluctant, I wanted absolutely nothing to do with you. Then we talked, we had some drinks and you kissed me. I wound up at your house a few days later and did something I knew I shouldn’t. But I was stupid, I believed what you said I’ve never been “that girl” and now I can’t say that anymore. But even after what happened, even though it hurt like hell when it shouldn’t, I still want you to talk to me. I still want you to like me. I had you right where I wanted you and I messed it up, I gave it all away. I guess the truth is I didn’t know you at all which makes sense to me, but still that feeling. The feeling of comfort and understanding, and knowing but not, the most confusing feeling, but the best I ever felt, I felt for you.

until I met you