I wanted to tell you how much it
melts my heart when I hear your voice.
I wanted to say that I love you;
that I'm still waiting for you to love me, too.
I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for
letting you go and that my life hasn't
been the same since the day you left.
I wanted you to know that no matter
where you are or who you're with,
I'll always be here under the same
midnight moon, wishing on the
same shooting star, and praying the
same pleading prayer; that one day
you'll see that no one will ever
love you as much as I do..
But what I wanted to say remains
confined inside a bitter heart broken
by what could've been; held captive
by a mere mention of the weather.
I wanted you to accept me..
I wanted you to appreciate me..
I wanted to grow old with you..
But there was no good ending.
There was no "happily ever after"
There was no redemption in our story.
We were just a childish love;
two hearts torn apart by time.
What we called "love" was carried away
by the butterflies in our bellies.
What we called our "future" has faded
with all the memories of us..
(or at least those that gave me hope.)
And now it's like it never happened..
It was all fabricated and fantasized;
like the words I wanted to say.