I came to you or did you come to me? Memory may not be a strong suit but foresight and hindsight and ability to see it all is the most piercing of gazes.
It matters not if I am near or far, you can pick me out like a white pebble in a sea of black like a shooting star. Yet you refuse to see me. Reasons do not matter, nothing matters. No, it all matters, but...
But that is to say she had to be beautiful, she had to be full of what I might have wanted... or did I want it. What did I want? what do i have...
you can try, but if it's not meant to be, you'll know. and please, don't be selfish.