You should have told him – said the crowd around me.
You should have fought for what was yours – Said another.
Little did they know that I was on the verge of
Pouring my heart out to him.
Little did he know that he was becoming my weakness yet again.
Years, as I remember we could last face each other.
Farther, as I remember we could be ourselves.
Fine, was the last thing I said before leaving.
He could have argued but he didn’t want me to stay, so I drove away.
We could have been together but it wasn’t meant to be.
We could have continued for a while but a wind alone was enough to break us.
Years later, I saw him with a girl.
A girl, better than I could have ever been.
A girl, he could comfortably move with.
I wasn’t disappointed because she knew we could never survive
Yet I felt strange, strange that I missed him for years.
Strange, that the place still remains hollow.
I run, run as much as I can from what I feel.
It’s hard, but seems possible.
Things have changed and so has the guy
But one thing I know for sure.
The next time I would see him,
I would fall in love all over again.
