She tells me she felt different with him then any other boy.
That she feels empty now, but with him she felt joy.

How can I argue with that?
How can I hold her back?

This could be her second chance at forever.
I should be happy for her, however

why am I writing this at 2 AM with tears streaming down my face?

-I don’t want to lose my best friend to him; he doesn’t deserve her

I don't know how to start this.
I don't know how it'll end.
Because I don't like where we left things.
We'll never be "just friends."
I just go about my day, while you're hundreds of miles away.

I wonder if you ever think of me, if I'm on your mind.
I hope I am, but other times, I hope you've left the idea of me behind.
I don't want to be the one holding you back.
You are an eagle getting ready to soar.
But if you're still thinking of me, I'll just be clipping your wings, when you could have so much more.

Timing is everything, and time did not give us a hand.
It stood by and watched us as we were drowning in the sand.

You're the only one who ever made me feel like my time wasn't wasted.

I don't know what to do.
But I know the only one I really want is you.

Is our time up?

Our story is coming to an end.
And I think this time I won't try to save it.
I didn't want to put our book down or finish the last page, but now all I see is "The End."
I won't fight for someone who gave up on me.
No.
This time I will let you fade away,
So the memory of you will not be tainted.
You will always be in the back of my mind.
The perfect blue eyed boy that for a moment in time,
Made me feel happy again.
The traces of your touch, forever left on my skin.
The way you gazed at me, I felt as though you saw right through my faults.
I couldn't help but fill my cheeks with a rosey blush and shy away when our eyes met.
How safe I felt in your presence.
The bruises you left, from kisses and falling back on your word.
It will all fade, but I won't forget a single page.

I feel my heart aching in my chest
as I sit by my phone
hoping to see your name light up my screen.
It was easier with him; I didn't have to worry if he'd text me back because I didn't care if he did.
I knew he wasn't worth it.
But it's hard with you.
It's hard because I feel myself falling and I know I don't have a parachute.
I will hit the ground and break into a million little pieces, just like always.
But the thing is, I did this to myself.
I jumped.
But you,
You stayed on board.

The only way to survive is to see the good in the bad,
the beauty in the pain,
and the sun through the rain.