i dream about you boy, you the one who held everything i gave you you pull up in your old car the one i always found a ride home in and scream my name i hear you, im here for you we hug like before, both arms wrapped so tightly around me i feel safe, no one can touch me here, no one can harm me you tell me that your sorry, "marisabel im sorry...lets start over...you can be my everything...again..." your fingers are finding there way through a maze of raven hair and your lips are lowering to my height our first kiss is just a dream. you, boy...you didnt come home for thanksgiving.