Days, Months , Years

Each day goes by where I don't think about all things you have said to my broken little heart. Each day goes by where I keep hope live just in chase there is a chance you'll make it right. Each day goes by and I find myself slowly trying to forget about you and all these stupid memories we shared as friends and even more than friends. Just when I thought another day couldn't pass by your still not in my presents and I would have to keep fighting myself and the thoughts of you because your still not here. I can't deal. I mean what's the difference if you ever come back? You might have loved me before, you don't obiviously love me now. Will you love me later when it's too late?