All these years later I still think about you.† Not because I miss you, because I donít miss you.
The last time I saw you I knew it would be the last time Iíd ever see you.
I thought I saw you one time after that last time, but it was somebody else who looked like I thought youíd look like after all these years.† It was someone else though.
I wonder if you look like she did.
I wonder if youíd be proud of me.
Would you be proud of me, if we were still us and I was me now?
But I could never be me if was still with you.† I was too concerned with being whoever you thought I was or should be.
If I had stayed with you Iíd have stayed the man I was with you, not the man I always was, but wasnít then.
Every once in a while I do think about you, and I smile.† Not because I miss you, because I donít miss you.
I smile because Iím thinking about me, the me I was then, that charming, sweet, innocent and so naÔve young man.† I find it hard to believe that I was ever that green.
I like to believe Iíve kept some of that innocence.
As each year passes, and as I continue to meet people like you, more pieces of my innocence disappears.
But I do smile, once in a while, when I think about you.† Not because I miss you, because I donít miss you.
I smile because I miss me.