He was the castaway thrown ashore, hurt and injured,
She was the island that nurtured him till he was cured,
He signaled an approaching ship to take him away,
While she waited for the waves to bring someone who'd, for once, stay.

She was the blazing wildfire,
He was a pristine ice crystal,
He melted in her warmth,
And tamed her flames.
He was never the same,
She was never the same,
And if they had a chance,
They'd do it all over again.

They saw each other,
And ignored the past,
Speaking like it never happened,
Pretending to be friends till the last,
Suppressed emotions,
Hurt and guilt and desire,
Perceivable tension,
And hearts were on fire,
Each one was aware,
Moving on was a pretense,
Far from being separated,
But never together again.

Don't dissolve into the dim background,
Don't stand up against the faded walls,
There's a script for you,
There's a song you belong to,
Everything around you was destined,
Not by fate, but by the choices you made,
It's all meant to be,
You aren't an understudy,
You aren't a part of the story.
You are the story.