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To just go up to him and say hi.
I memorized his every move as I watched him across the dance hall floor,
And I thought that, really, I couldn't ask for more.
Some day, I promised myself as I watched him laugh and have a great time,
I will go up to him, talk to him, and make him mine.
There was never any doubt that we were meant to be,
But there was always tomorrow for me.
Tomorrow, I would say,
That will be the day
When I go up to him and talk to him for a while,
That will be the day when I am the recipient of his warm, friendly smile.
There is always tomorrow, I would tell myself at night,
When I could settle down my heart and make everything right.
Tomorrow, I would say, yes, tomorrow will be when I get enough courage to go
Up to him and let him know
That I absolutely adore him, his music, the way his hair curls, his smile, his laughing eyes.
Tomorrow, when he isn't surrounded by all the guys
At the table,
Tomorrow is when I'll be able.
So, I was contented to watch him for so many days,
Saying nothing, just counting the ways
That I loved him so,
For it would be tomorrow that I would let him know.
Days turned into months, and months into a year,
Still I was paralyzed by fear
And said nothing to him about how I felt about him, just let my heart beat steady,
And swearing that I would tell him tomorrow, when I was good and ready.
He was beaten, but I loved him still the more,
And I visited him every day, thought I might have been a bore
To him, he still greeted me with a smile on his face,
And I felt my heart race.
Someday, I promised my heart,
I will marry him and we will never be apart.
I watched him struggle to learn how to place once two fingers were irrevocably useless to him,
And the love that I felt for him never did dim.
I was with him when the sadness came,
When he was depressed and said that nothing was the same,
That he wished he could go back a few years;
He would confide to me over a few beers
That Thomas had joined the HJ and he was worried,
That Peter rarely came around because he was always hurried,
And that I was his one unwavering friend,
And I swore that, someday, he would know that, in the end,
I meant so much more to him, that he would grow to adore
Me more and more.
I was the one who found him in his bathtub,
He lay so still and was covered in his own red blood.
I sank to my knees and cried and cried and cried and cried,
And prayed to God that it had been me who had died.
That was the sad, horrible day
When my world just faded away
In one swift blow;
That was the day that I came to know
That tomorrow for me just wouldn't come; I went to his funeral, and oh how I cried,
He was too good to have committed suicide.
I was with him constantly,
And yet I had been too scared to tell him how much he had meant to me.
Tomorrow, I always swore,
I would tell him how much I adore
Him; always another day;
I never imagined that I would not have the chancec to say
"I love you, Arvid,
My one true comfort, my one true frined."
I loved him, but he never knew, and now he never will,
For he is dead and cannot hear me, though I love him still.
I wonder how different our lives would have been, if he would still be alive today,
If I had told him what I longed to say.
Now I will never know, and oh, how I wish I could say
Heck with tomorrow, I will tell him how I feel about him today.
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