You called at 3 in the morning,
Just to say “i love you”
I wanted to be with you so bad,
I was miserable way over here
At night, as i fell asleep,
I would dream of meeting you.
I used to imagine us kissing passionately among our first meeting,
but it never happened
Now that it’s over, i don’t miss you that much,
Although your memory remains
When i start to think about you
I think to myself this may never happen again.
And although the pain of knowing you were across the country was agonizing.
Thinking that someone out there felt this way towards me was the happiest i had ever felt.
I went through this in my head multiple times and came to realize, it wasn’t my fault, it was never my fault