I used to hurry home, because you’d always be there waiting for me. We’d order in and watch your favorite TV shows. I’ve always found you quite refreshing, That level head of yours always messing with mine. I know it’s too late to say it, but I think we had something good there for a while. I see that smirk on your lips. I know we’re thinking the same thing, but we’re too afraid to say it. Let’s go back and start taking more chances ‘cause we don’t know what we’re missing. Long days, late walks, and Sunday morning talks. I’d be lying if I told you that my heart didn’t sink when you said that we should just be friends. And I’m sure it’s just coincidence that our paths stopped crossing after that drunken kiss. Yeah, I know, you’re just so busy. I guess I’ll keep thinking back to summer and hoping that you miss me. I put you out of sight and out of mind for this term, but don’t think that this is the end. And even if we don’t talk like we used to, I want to thank you for pulling me out and for the summer we spent.