Not till.

I'm a big big damn fool. On some days, your words, your damn actions make me think that I could fly. Others, you make me feel like a fool. The beauty of those photographs lingers around the memories of you and me. You made me feel I wasn't alone. Whereas, sometimes I knew you don't meant a single bit you said. ...you'd used to tell me you still do. The indifference of reality and dreams, are still capable of making me drift into long dreams.

Provide me with reasons one, two, three. You and I are not the same. The lovely sight that day came to my mind once every while, I'd still not given you up. Knowing you would just come by and pass, I still didn't bother much. Fate, let it decide everything. What's becoming of you and me?

So take my hand and hold on tight
And we'll get there
This I swear.