To think of all I could have done in the hours I've spent thinking about you. I could've become fluent in french. I could've learned Greek philosophy, how to juggle, the viola. If I sang every time I thought about how, I would be on Broadway by now. If I wrote, I would be a best-selling author. 

All these moments I've stored away for you. All the love I've put into the idea of you. But I don't see it as time wasted. Sometimes just loving is enough.