NP: Mumford and Sons, White Blank Page

There's that one person that you will always have that “Notebook” kind of love with. When you see them again, your heart beats faster than normal, you can't help the blood from rushing to your cheeks, the smile never leaves your face and nobody else can interrupt the hold you have on each other's self.  The days you haven’t thought about that person are only made up for in the next and they are inevitable.  Helplessness consumes more of you than you’d like.  To say something, to do something to be something again is all you’re longing for.  To have things back to the way they were.  Because when you’re with them, you feel like one person and when you’re with somebody else, you feel like someone totally different.  The sorry feeling you get when you know that they’ve moved on but haven’t really moved on, and they avoid the fact that they know so.  It hurts.  But it was great.  It was epic.  It was timeless.  It’s like a dream.  Someday, I want us to happen again because I know just as well as you do, that I’m better for you than anyone else is.  They always go back where they came from.  If I had to say so, you’re different.  In a good way.  You’re kinda the same though.