Sitting at work Thinking about all we had Wishing I could change things Nothing I can do but be a dork I miss the way we used to talk I miss just seeing her pretty face And her smile most of all Wishing she didn't decide to walk Winter and it's cold as ever The rain has stopped But the storm has just begun Will this be the beginning of a new endeavor? Or is this just a short detachment? A break for us to renew our love? A break to strengthen out selves? Possibly even to revitalize our commitment? Just for now I'm just here Thinking of every possibility Love would allow