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I wasn’t done with you, 

No, I wasn’t done with you,

I wasn’t done with us,

We had so much more left to do.


We had to live a lifetime together,

We had to go out on dates, 

We had places to explore, 

We had each other to discover, 

We had to sit under the stars and look into each other’s eyes all night.


No, I wasn’t done with you,

We had vacations to take, 

We had memories to make, 

We had to take bachata lessons, 

We had to adopt a dog, 

We had to ditch the plans we made with our friends just to come home to each other. 


No, I wasn’t done with you,

We had to be spontaneous, 

We had to watch every new movie together, 

We had to bake cookies in the middle of the night,

We had to conquer the world together, 

We had to tell the world what we meant to each other.


No, I wasn’t done with you,

We had to pull pranks on each other, 

We had to go on all those late-night drives, 

We had to decorate our house together, 

We had to drive all the way across the city just for a cup of my favorite hot chocolate,

We had to make an album of all the songs we loved to play at our wedding.


No, I wasn’t done with you,

We had so much more to talk, 

We had so much more to grow, 

We had so much more to learn from each other, 

We had so much more to understand about each other, 

We had so much more to love, 


No, I wasn’t done with you,

I wasn’t done with you yet, 

I didn’t know I was ever supposed to be done with you,

But maybe you were done with me a little too soon.




 

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