Wishing old Wishes.

Hey baby, is that you
Wow, your hair got so long
Yeah, yeah I love it, I really do
“Norma Jean,” ain’t that the song we’d sing
In the car driving downtown
Top down, making the rounds
Checking out the bands on Doheny Avenue

Yeah, life throws you curves
But you learned to swerve
Me, I swung and I missed
And the next thing you know, I’m reminiscing
Dreaming old dreams
Wishing old wishes
Like you would be back again


I wake up in teardrops that fall down like rain
I put on that old song we danced to and then
I head off to my job, guess not much has changed
Punch the clock, head for home, check the phone just in case
Go to bed, dream of you
That’s what I’m doing these days
Yeah, that’s what I’m doing



I never liked country music too much. But Rascal Flatts can portray an emotion more fully than any band I know.

Sometimes I feel as if the best times have past by. Like I want to go back to that moment, turn on that old song we danced to again. But, now I've learned it's not that easy, in fact frankly-- it's wrong. and I'm moving on.

But sometimes, I see something and instantly I'm reminded of him-- or it literally is about him. Like meeting his neighbor in my college class of 150? Or how about the fact that I am AT the American Idol finale and I think about him because of the fact that Jason Castro acts EXACTLY like he would. It's weird, but at the same time-- most times I'm really happy and enjoying life,

BAM something happens... and it hurts, a lot. I have so many dreams and wishes developing but that past, unfortunate past always comes back, sometimes to overshadow the good. Sometimes I regret it-- but I'm learning what God wants to teach me through it, and what's right in His will.

That sometimes just kills it. And the next time he sees me, I hope he loves how long my hair got and feels this song for me.