What a torture it is
to long for someone
who was never yours.
Who will never be yours.
And i swear you were made for me.
I haven't met someone who looked
at me the way you look at me
in years.
It's like your eyes are saying
"I know, I can feel it too,
maybe in another life
things could be different
but for now, we must
go on with heavy hearts
full of love
wishing we could give it
to each other."
And i'll smile and nod
knowing that you are my favorite person.
And how cruel it is
that i can't be around the one
person that made me feel
like i could do anything.

The more I start remembering the happiness of my past. I started forgetting how it all started and lasted. But for some reason it comes back and then fade away, like it wants to stay or leave me. Is it my memory who's doing this or my happiness that once love me.
And now it hates me.