Brittany Nicole Francis. 21 year old, respectable young lady who loves Jesus, has a passion for cats, a desire to make the world a better place, a slight obsession for Taylor Swift, a soft spot for anything country. A dreamer, a hopeless romantic, an artist, a hard working, self reliant young woman who loves the simple things in life.
He’s the reason Ferris wheels make you sad. He’s a box full of taped up photographs. He’s the feeling that always feels like seventeen.
I hope I look this beautiful on my wedding day.
But I just had to come back one last time.
Don’t put your lips up to my mouth and tell me you can’t stay. Don’t slip your hand under my shirt and tell me it’s okay. Don’t say it doesn’t matter, ‘cause it’s gonna matter to me. I can’t be alone with you. You’ve got me out on the edge every time you call and I know it would kill me if I fall. I can’t be alone with you. Don’t put your lips up to my mouth and tell me you can’t stay. Don’t slip your hand under my shirt and tell me it’s okay. Don’t say you love me ‘cause you know you’re gonna love me and leave. I can’t be alone with you. You’ve got me out on the edge every time you call And I know it would kill me if I fall I can’t be alone with you.
But you went away. How dare you. I miss you. They say I’ll be okay but I’m not ever going to get over you.
| [Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.] |
You headed off to college at the end of that summer and we lost touch. I guess I didn’t realize even at the moment we lost so much. I haven’t seen you in ages. Sometimes I find myself wondering where you are. For me you’ll always be eighteen, and beautiful, and dancing away with my heart.
