It wasn't till eyes met that I could make that bet
Bet you get your heart broken
Bet you would regret to regress to test your younger self to guess what comes next.
I'd bet that you didn't even know it was happening yet.
And I'd bet you thought of me once or twice, thrice to be precise.
I'd bet then when he said he loved you, you saw it rolling off my lips.
I bet you heard my voice.
I bet you met my eyes.