Back then, I could see us going to used book stores together, or maybe the library. I could see us sitting in over-sized couch chairs next to a fireplace, drinking coffee and watching the snow fall outside. I could hear the silence, incredibly comfortable as we enjoyed just being in each others' company.
I wanted to be your soul mate. The one that knew everything about you, the one that shared everything with you. I wanted to be the one that read all of your favorite books with you.
I could see us reading poetry late at night before falling asleep in each others' arms. I could see us, you with your cherry wood guitar, me at my cherry wood piano, creating wonderful things.

Now, I can still see everything, but I know better.