(closure)

I wish I was your favorite. 

I wish you thought I was the reason you're in the world. 

I wish my smile was your favorite kind of smile. 

I wish the way I dressed was your favorite kind of style. 

I wish you couldn't figure me out but you always wanted to know what I was about. 

I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset. 

I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met. 

I wish that you needed me. 

I wish that you knew when I said two sugars I actually meant three. 

I wish that without me your heart would break. 

I wish that without me you couldn't eat. 

I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep. 

Pour nous. Pour hier soir. Pour hier tard. Dans le sous-sol. 

Et c'était la dernière fois que j'en parlais.

Du moins ici.