dream of seeing you.

i always thought of what i would say if i could talk to you. would i tell you how hurt i was by the way you just walked away or tell you about all of our adventures that we planed that you missed out on. would i tell you i found someone and i was happy. Maybe id tell you that i dream of seeing you and some days i think i do. but maybe i'm just imaging you there when i'm really in a room full of strangers. They'll never know me the way you did. maybe id just let you go, let you leave without saying a word. maybe without saying anything i had already said enough...