I used to wonder. Now I don’t have to. I used to hoard love songs in a playlist called “Some Day”. Now I don’t have to. He was baffled. Now he doesn’t have to be.
Now I don’t need to be confused, or overanalyze, or miss him and worry that he doesn’t miss me or feel the same way.
He misses me. He feels the same way.
And so the girl has a boyfriend.
And she really needs to find a good nickname for him.
It feels so real, lying here with no one near, only you and you can hear me when I say softly, slowly, hold me closer, tiny dancer. -Tiny Dancer, Elton John