Break Up In the End

You know, I’d do it all over again even if we broke up again. 

I’d take you on the dates that I never got the chance to make. 

I’d figure out a way to take you everywhere you’ve wanted to go. 

I’d hand write you more letters because that’s the best way I communicate. 

I’d find a way to take you to all the games I never took you too. We’d even paint our faces and take a shit load of pictures. 

I’d do all the crazy shit I’ve never done. Even if you don’t want to do them too. Just knowing you’d be there would be really cool. 

I’d make you more playlists because I don’t know how to download all the songs to make a cd mix anymore. 

I’d play the songs that get me emotional and read you the dreams I have so I can try and interpret them. I’d probably cry and I’d switch the topic or laugh it off afterwards. 

I’d take you to a restaurant so we can just drink and do my best at making you laugh because I could never get enough of that. 

Even if we break up in the end I’d do everything I can to make you smile because I know it’d be something I’d remember the rest of my life. 

Maybe the end wouldn’t be so bad because knowing I had something would be better than never having at all. 

My whole life, I always thought having nothing was better than only partially having something. Never thought I would ever reconsider that idea.