We were so young back then. Life was brand, spanking new and all had to be learned. Wide eyed and bushy tailed, just let loose by anxious parents and suddenly I tripped over you. You had really blue eyes and there was an air of fire around you. I would catch you watching me in the classroom sometimes, but you were different from the other boys; you didn't slip me notes or ask me out or wonder if I had a boyfriend. Instead, you watched in silence until one day -- when all of that changed.
And now you are coming to see me. After all this time. And I really don't know what to make of it. And I don't know if it's so wise. I don't know if it's so smart. Because if you get here. If I look
at you. Things will get complicated. If you get on that plane. If
you step out at Heathrow we might find ourselves lost. Because I can't help thinking maybe,
just maybe, you're the boy that got away...
and you weren't supposed to.
Jake Owen – Barefoot Blue Jean Night
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