I keep nievely waiting by the phone for him to call back and say that he made a mistake. For him to say that he really does love me and he wants to be with me. It wont' happen. But strangely there have been few tears, even fewer smiles. And all I find myself wanting is comfort. I want to run into his arms and I want him to kiss me and tell me he loves me. Thinking about it makes me want it more. But even more than that I want to rewind time back to the first time I saw him and relive the whole time, changing a few things just to make it last longer. But maybe lasting longer would've made it that much harder to let go. In the end he said he didnt' love me. Could I have changed that outcome? Was it even up to me? Could i have made you love me, Tyler?