So, I like you a bit more than a hell of a lot
But you\'re way too good and way too golden for a silver plated girl like me
I tried so hard to see your flaws,
and give reason not to adore,
but it would seem I can\'t not,
I can\'t not imagine my life as somewhere in yours
I can\'t not try to make the most of a friend who\'s heart could fit one more
And though this year has left us barely a trace,
my hope, like your wonderful spirit
your wonderful mind,
will find us a place