Suede

I'm tired.

Tired of running away from things, tired of always having to explain myself, tired of thinking.

All this girl wants for Christmas is to see him again...to realise all the things she fabricated in her head for when they would meet again once more. His fleeting smile, the double take...things like that always made her heart bleed and long for when she could relive those moments outside her head.

I wonder where he is now, what he is doing and as you do: I wonder if he thinks of me.