I dream about the wrong boy
and it's you. Though I only learn by touch, there was a time I was afraid to remember your face and hair enough to reach out and memorize the shine in your pale eyes, or the arms in your goodbyes. But what does it matter, now that you'll be gone? You can leave all you want, but your memory just goes on and on and on inside my heart. And if this is where it ends, please remind me when it started.
I don't know why I sometimes act the way I do, and I apologize for feeling so strongly about you! I can't just forget you now. There was a time when I thought I was out of line, I kissed you at sunrise, remember? Well, maybe I didn't know better, but now I will see the curve of your lips forever reflected in my smile. I hope it fades away after awhile, as I am sure I will, too, because really-
what was I to you?

So just pretend you'll come back soon, and I'll pretend I'm okay with you leaving.