I dreamt about you again last night -

we made love in some bed, faraway. I didn't care,

I remember your legs, of course - I always

told you I would. Wrapped around my waste

and I remember your lips. I miss them a lot.



If there is ever a chance of us being together again,

we have to get better. We have to choose to move on

from what's been holding us back. We wouldn't work

in the states we're in at the moment. We need to work

for it.