And here it goes. I know
you've moved on, moved on for good, but there are things
you don't know, things I don't show, things I hide
inside. I know to you it seems like I don't care, seems
like I was never ever there, but there was never one
day that you didn't cross my mind a million times. And
believe me, if I could go back, I would, but things are
different now. Time caught up with us and broke us apart
because now you found someone else. But that's not what
bothers me. What bothers me is that you left me and I left
you, with words unspoken and a story unread. Words
that are still trying to escape my heart and reach out to
you, Words that don't notice that time has past; words
that still have meaning. But that's not what bothers me.
What bothers me is that you didn't see the tears I cried
and you didn't know that I lied when I told you I was
happy. What bothers me is that you still cross my mind a
million times a day, and even when I'm sleeping, I can
still hear your voice telling me how much you love me or how
much you miss me. And that's the only time I'm
ever happy. It's when I'm reminiscing about you and
dreaming about us. But when reality hits me, it just
kills me. But the thing that bothers me the most is that all
of this could have been prevented if I had just said or
done something. The only thing that doesn't bother me
is that I've learned a valuable
lesson.
You don't really know what
you've got until it's
gone.
