It’s been 3 months since you went away. I still think about you everyday.
Is it sad that I can’t seem to move on no matter how hard I try?
I wanted you to love me for the rest of our lives. That’s what I wanted, but never got my wish.
I should’ve told you how I felt when you were still here, but it seemed like even when I said it, I couldn’t change your mind.
It’s sad that love made me blind. I wish that I would have never chosen my friends over you, that was a foolish thing to do.
Loving you was always the best part of me. Now that your gone, I know I’m too late.
God brought us back together, and I thought that it was fate. Now I realize that God puts us through tests for reasons, reasons I will never seem to know.
But, what I do know is that I must let you go.
Even with the tears in my eyes as I’m typing this, it hurts me inside.
My heart has always been broken, but you fixed it, and left it, and now I miss it. You were a blessing and a curse all at the same time, but I learned to confront my demons, all in his greater name.
You always took it as a joke, the love I had for you. I guess I really am too late now, it was never really fate.
Something always brings me back to the day, when you first went away. I knew when you said you’d be back you were lying. I could see it in your eyes.
But still I hold on, I’ll just hold out for a hero, until the morning light…