If the act was with me...
...or with them?
You wake up in he middle of the night and you think for a moment how you used to have that one person who would be there for you. You miss that person. I know you do.
I just wish you'd say it. Loud and clear for the world to hear. So that person would understand.
No one knows better than you do. It's your heart that you don't show. That you never show.
But when you lie in bed and look to your right, how can you not remember? How can you not recall? Some things are meant to be kept between us. Just us. And no one else.
But why do I still keep your secret?