And at the end of the day, I still wish it was you.  I still want it to be you that I’m texting or you that I’m missing, you that I get to see the next day.  I’m going through the motions this time.  I feel it, I wonder if he can tell.  I wonder if it will ever be real or how long I’ll pretend.  I want you to know that I want you backstillagain but I’m terrified you’ll hurt me again or that you’ll never come back maybe.  I’m not going to do anything special like you thought I just want to be happy again, the way I was with you.