17 again

It was the first time that I saw you.

You were reading `Less than Zero'.

You were wearing a Guns N Roses T-shirt.

I'd never seen anything so perfect.

I remember thinking I had to have you or I'd die.

Then you whispered that you loved me at the homecoming dance.

I felt so peaceful and safe because I knew no matter what happened from that day on, nothing could ever be that bad because I had you.

And then I grew up, lost my way and blamed you for my failures.

And I know that you think you have to do this today.

I don't want you to.

But I guess if I love you, I should let you move on.

History, please don't repeat yourself. I've had enough.