take me back to the time before you left me because we were so happy at that time Take me back to the week before you left, when everything felt light and certain, when your laughter still lingered in the air like it belonged there forever. We moved through those days so effortlessly, wrapped in a quiet kind of happiness that didn't need to be questioned. I keep replaying those moments— the way you looked at me, the comfort of your presence, the unspoken promise | thought we shared. I didn't know I was standing in the middle of something I'd one day miss this deeply. If I could return to that time, I wouldn't try to change anything —I'd just hold it closer, memorize it better, and stay a little longer in every second we had. Because back then, love felt simple and real, untouched by the distance that would come after. And even though I can't go back, a part of me still lives there, in that last week when we were us, and everything felt like it was exactly where it was meant to be.