It's been a while since we last spoke,
And I know that we both yelled and said things
We thought we meant at the time.
I know that you went home and cried that night
I did the same.
But I'm hoping now's as good a time as ever
Now that the chips have fallen
Now that the dust has settled
The fire burned out.
Maybe now is the right time for me to tell you, thank you.
Thank you for holding my hand that first time when you knew I was scared to death.
For the time you made me laugh
Because you knew I was about to cry.
For the dinner you made while dancing around my kitchen
And the way you pushed my hair back behind my ear.
Thank you for the thousand and one wishes we made on shooting stars,
for the ninety nine times you had to pick me up off the group and kiss my bruised ego.
Thank you for showing me what love felt like
What it's like to be loved that deeply for that long.
And thank you for showing me what heartbreak was
For giving that four-lettered word a name,
Thank you for leaving me on that hundredth time to pick myself up
Because in learning to do so I found the second girl I would love
And she was me.