I thought about not getting out of bed this morning if it meant I could daydream about you forever.
I think about almost every day we spent together, but this one memory keeps coming up. We had already broken up, I didn't hold your hand enough, you reached back and touched me leg as i rubbed your back. When I play that back i grab your hand, say I miss you, and we lay together for the rest of the night.
I would kill for one more night.