There's something about you. I don't quite know what. You ruined my life, but yet I want you to do it again. I miss you so much, even now. I know I shouldn't, I should of moved on. I can't though. More importantly I don't want too. You say things to me sometimes, and I hear it in your voice, you forget yourself for a second, I hear that tenderness, you forget the hurt, and mistrust, and for that split second, it isn't about what happened, what we have been through, it's about you and me and t...