Old Flame

I ran into a friend of yours the other day, and I asked her how you've been. She said my girl is fine; just bought a house, got a job, a real good man. I told her I was glad for you; that's wonderful; but does she ever ask `bout me? She said she's happy with her life right now...let her go, let her be. And I told myself I would, but something in my heart just would not let you go. I just wanna know: What if we were wrong about each other? What if you were really made for me? What if we was `sposed to be together? Would that not mean anything? What if that was `sposed to be my house that you go home to every day? How can you be sure that things are better? If you can't be sure your heart is still here with me? Still wanting me.

Your friend asked me if there was someone special in my life that I was seeing. I told her there was no one in particular; there's just I, myself, and me. I told her that I dream of you quite often. She just cut her eyes at me. She said you got a home, you're very happy...so just stop your meddling. I told her that I won't...I said that things was cool, but I guess I was wrong. I still can't move on. What if we were wrong about each other? What if you were really made for me? What if we was `sposed to be together? Would that not mean anything? What if that was `sposed to be my house that you go home to every day? How can you be sure that things are better? If you can't be sure your heart is still here with me? Still wanting me.

Now that could be my car.
That could be my house.
That could be my baby boy that you're nursing.
That could be the trash that I always take out.
That could be the chair that I love to chill in.
That could be my food on the table at the end of the day.
Hugs and the kisses, all the love we make.
What the hell do you expect me to say?
What if it's really `sposed to be this way?
What if you're really `sposed to be with me?

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I saw an old flame this weekend at the local Bon Odori. No, it wasn't quite as dramatic as Babyface writes about (above), but nonetheless, I did think of her and how different things could have been. It was somewhat awkward seeing her again. But you know what? the angst quickly passed and I didn't dwell on such 'what might have been' thoughts. What does that mean?

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Work has been killing me. I wish I had more time to do stuff. Did I mention that already? Are you tired of reading that same thing?