Quisiera recibir un mensaje tuyo

Sorprenderme al creer que aún piensas en mi

Quiero perderme en eso que nunca será

Ahogarme en la fantasía de nosotros dos

de volverte a ver

Volver a caminar de la mano por la calle

Sentir que mi corazón explotaba

Cada vez que mi familia hablaba de ti o contigo

Sometimes I wonder 

If all those things I felt were real

Or if is just my head trying to

Keep you memory alive

I'd like you to call

I'd like you to want me

I'd like you to think of me

Everytime your lips touch anothers

Everytime someone try to hit on you

To think of me

Like there's no one else in the world

That can make you feel the way I did

But we both need time

You to be sure of yourself

To really believe I wanted you

And maybe loved you

I need time too

Not sure yet what for

Maybe to confirm if you're gonna

Stay in my heart in time 

For months, probably years

Or maybe not

I miss you

Miss talking to you

about things I can't speak with other people

Not because they won't listen

But cause they won't understand 

How special some things are for me

You're still the man who gave me

the more perfect gifts I've ever received

I miss you like crazy

Miss looking at your face

Those midnight calls when you were drunk

I miss someone saying "lovely" to me

Why won't you call me

Or send me a message?

Do you still talk about me with your friends?

Do they still ask you about me?

I want the world to remind you I'm still here

Waiting for you to make a move

Altough my life passes while waiting

(But that was the reason I left

Cause I kept waiting for you

To do or say something

To make me feel like I were special for you

And not just some random hook up

Or just the latina experience 

I really don't want this last thing to be true

Cause though things started like that with you

Quickly moved to something more)

Sometimes feels like I'll wait forever

And I swear I would

But I need to know if it'll be worth it

Or just a waste of time

(I guess I'm willing to hear that

and to have my heart broken into pieces

rather than wait when you move on with someone new)

I guess this is the blue french horn curse

We won't be together in a long time

Until we grow up.

Or maybe the "Victoria" curse

Cause I was willing to move in for you

Or waiting for you to do it

But you just couldn't 

My heart is still in London

Living in lovers kissing under the rain

Hugging each other in the back of a cab

Saying "I love you" after sex

Trying not to cry when saying goodbye

Promising each other to see again

Whether it's true or not.