So I met you today, well, about a month ago. I met you in a restaurant and then I let you go. Into my dreams, it always seems..... I saw you again, we talked tonight. I didn't ask the question it wasn't right. I laughed because you made me. I smiled because I loved the one given. I left it on the table in the back room, too scared again. Your hair was perfect but I'm not worth it. I hope we'll talk again soon my friend.