It’s Only You.
I never wanted today to come. I swore up and down I wouldn’t wanna hear it. We don’t talk much anymore, but I saw your post on Facebook and saw you’re leaving to fight. I’m scared; more than I should be. I never knew you’d mean this much. You might have forgotten about me but I never forgot about you. I miss Those Nights and you said we’d never have a Last Night. Maybe time came and went and we didn’t cherish that.
I wanna go back to staying up late just so we could laugh at each other. To where I’d call you fat and you’d swear up and down you’re more fit than anybody you knew. I miss when you made small jokes about me and how I had no come back then just to laugh. You were always there and hopeful when nobody else was. It was so easy to talk to you. I really don’t wanna say goodbye. Not today and not tomorrow. I never want to hear any news you won’t be coming back.
Stay safe, you’re a great person with a beautiful personality. Any girl will be lucky to be married to you. I hope one day I really do get that phone call. Don’t make it too late.
It’s still there..
I still remember that look we gave each other almost a year ago. I felt a sharp pain as you looked up from the window; never knew I’d feel like that. I didn’t think I’d see you so soon because I didn’t know how’d you’d react after what I found out just hours earlier.
I guess that’s when I first felt like everything might be alright cause you had that look in your eye that gave me hope; maybe second chances we’re able to be dealt. I’m glad I played that chance ‘cause I wouldn’t be here without saying I’d wanted to wait and see.
No, trust hasn’t fully returned and I remain heavily guarded; you just don’t know it. I still suspect it can happen again and maybe that’s what got me to that place before. They say whenever you think it’s gonna happen, it most likely will. So far you’ve been there and following your word. Lets hope the past won’t repeat itself while I count down the rest of the days.
Please, just say you love me.
I’m doing a pretty bad job at pretending she didn’t exist. I’m doing worse at not caring that she is still here. I can’t forget the past. It’s the only thing I regret. I don’t regret my choices because it’s not my fault.. it’s yours.
I read something a few weeks ago and it’s help me cope better.
“I didn’t give too little, you just asked for too much”. It’s true. I gave it my all and it wasn’t enough. You say it’s alright now, but what changed? What made you realize?
