Somewhere in the midst of that last kiss
and the glow of your tail lights as you drove away,
I screamed for you to stop and come back
and cried out loud because I loved you.

Somewhere between email number eight
and txt message number fourteen,
between phone calls number five and seven
I slowly lost my mind.

Somehow between beginning to fall
and trying to convince myself I hated you
I came to a sudden realization.
I couldn't make myself hate you; I had failed.

At some point between the first sleepless night
and the hundredth day of angry tears,
between the sad walks and tired mornings,
I missed out on some really great days.

Then some time between some very good news
and the first nights of actually sleeping in weeks,
the sun came out, the world became bright,
and I got the thrill of a life time.

And suddenly between reading a letter
and knowing you were going to be gone
I found myself regretting things
I never got a chance to say.

Because somewhere between a history class
and a sad little going away party thrown in a flash
I fell in love with the most unexpected guy.
I fell in love with you.