Mind and memory,
Skewed once more.
Would you care
To remind me
Who you are?
And a value of naught.
For the best,
An uncertain heart.
I do wish
I will be a damn good wife someday.
"And I can’t stop seeing your face;
I can’t stop seeing your face every place.
So I crawl underneath my blanket
Where I can hide away;
I know I can’t take it anymore.
‘Cause I see now
It’s just one of those days."
"One of Those Days" by Joshua Radin