I was 6 years old and you were 22 when I first met you.
The second time I saw you I was 9 years old and you were 22 years old.
The third time I saw you I was 10 years old and you were 22 years old.
You are always 22 years old, but I am getting older. I have been waiting for you, but I didn't know that every wait would run through the number of years.
Time leaves you behind time and time again, and I am right behind you waiting for you to come back to me.
Dear Brian, even though I can no longer love you, I know where you are and I won't be sad.
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