The One That Got Away

We could have been so great together, but we never were. They say that you don’t know what you have until you loose it, but I never had you, so how come I miss you so much? It really is true that it’s so much better to regret what you’ve done that what you haven’t. I regret not saying something, not doing something, so much. I should’ve told you how much I liked you, how much I liked flirting with you, how much I liked stealing covert glances at you when no one saw us. How much I liked laughing at you when you were too scared to climb the ladder to hang the paper chains. How much I like the color of your hair, even though I’d always been partial to dark haired boys before you. How much I like your strong jawline and your broad back. And your smile, oh God your smile. I’m even fond of your parents, even though they scare me a bit. I should’ve done something about us, taken it further. But I was so afraid of being hurt, so afraid of disappointing everyone. Even though my friend eventually, literally told me she’d prefer you to be with me than someone else. I was too afraid of loosing my friends.

And now twice a year I see you there, so close and yet so far, as the song goes, helping out like always, smiling and joking around. You’re so happy, as you should be, but I see you, and I miss you. I miss our banter and I miss our conversations, and I miss spending a fortune sending you texts. I see you with her and it makes my blood boil, but I see you so happy. And those days I’m afraid of talking to you, even though I wish I could at least be civil to you. I’m afraid of you rejecting me, even if it were only to be friends again. Those days, as I walk home, I wonder what could have been. I wonder if we’d still be together, if we would’ve ever been together. But even though it’s just a couple of minutes, it’s long enough for me to realize how useless those thoughts are. And still I imagine scenarios where we could start talking again, I even wish for your car, parked on my driveway, worried about me because I’d run off crying. I wish for you. But it’s too late. You’re the one that got away.

In another life, I would be your girl

Be us against the world

In another life, I would make you stay
so I don't have to say you were
the one that got away