I still love you.
And it's easy to say that I could.
But the lingering reminder of a heartbreak
makes me wonder if I should.
I could see us together.
Having diner.
Having fun.
So you see I keep playing tennis
with my heart as an ball.
I go back and forth a lot
on whether it's worth it after all.
So for the last five-ish years
that's a place I don't go.
Being played with
is an old character.
I'm not sure I'm ready to re-know.
Even though, things are a lot different.
There also things that feel quite the same.
I still love you.
And I still combine my first
with your last name.
I have a girlish sort of hope
when it comes to between us.
What could be.
And even though I'm not a little girl anymore...
You make a hopeful woman out of me.
