Wish you the best by Lewis Capaldi I wish I could see you again. I wonder where you are. All those things I once thought mattered— they never really did. I’m a little older now, but I haven’t quite grown up. And I’m happy. I’m in love. I plan to marry the love of my life. I’m 21, and I’m already so in love with him. Funny, isn’t it? We both thought we’d never be with anyone— that no one could really handle us except each other. We imagined so much— some amazing, some absurd, some downright ridiculous. The childhood, the dreams, the daydreams... Childish dreams build the memories, don’t they? Wishful thinking and empty promises— forgotten maybe, but still lingering, still shaping us. We become who we are slowly, steadily. I miss you. It’s been a long time. But I wish I could say what I’ve always wanted to say. And yet, I won’t say it here. I’ll keep those words for myself. I hope you understand. I guess you already know. I wish I knew where you are. ...