Your kiss, my cheek I watched you leave Your smile, my ghost I fell to my knees When you're young you just run, but you come back to what you need - Taylor Swift

So this is me swallowing my pride,
Standing in front of you
Saying I'm sorry for that night.
And I go back to December all the time.
Turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing that I realized what I had when you were mine.
I go back to December, turn around and make it all right.
I go back to December all the time.

I've wanted one thing for me whole life and I'm not going to be that girl who wants one thing her whole life then gets it and complains.

and you come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you