I think I talked too much
And I scared you away
Won't you please come talk to me?
I haven't found all I was hoping to find

It's probably better if you fade away
But I won't stop hoping

Sometimes you think you found the love of your life

But you have to convince yourself that person wasn't the love of your life
when the feelings don't flow both ways

Sometimes the other person offers that bittersweet consolation prize of being friends

But it makes you sick to be around them, constantly dreaming the future you maybe could of had with them

Perhaps its kindest if separate paths are taken

Maybe time heals the wounds of this irrational little thing called love. But until then, it hurts.