I had you at one point.
But I didn't know how much I had.
I was too much of a coward to even go out with you.
And now after a full year I want you back.
I tried to get you to come back to me,
But you had moved on.
You didn't feel that way towards me anymore.
I lost you.
I had you in my hand, but then you slipped out like water slowly trickling out through my fingers.
It's happened to me so many times
I should be used to it by now.
But no matter how much preparation,
Nothing can prepare you for the pain which it inflicts on you with one simple phrase "sorry but…"
That one beginning of a sentence can bring a heart so much pain.
Like I said, I should be used to it,
But I'm not.
And never will be.