I understand about the past I've been living in mine the majority of the last six years. Even if I knew with out a doubt that you would eventually leave me for her, I would still want to be with you, All of the single moments I share with you seem to mean more than anything in my future. But you leave me with so much uncertainty, And never tell me what I want to hear, And that makes me cherish your company all the more. I don't have any expectations as to what will happen next, or whether or not you'll ever sleep next to me again. I just try to be brave enough to tell myself that it doesn't matter to me. The truth is that in every bar, you and I might ever go to, it would be you that I would be wanting to hit on- waiting for some moment when I could get away with kissing you. But you didn't want to come back to my room. I didn't want something sexual. I just wanted to lie next to you and listen to you breathe. I wonder if you knew what I wanted, but just decided to go back to your room and dwell in the past by yourself. Maybe it was guilt.