This story starts 5 years ago,
Well no, 5 Years, 4 months and 8 days ago to be exact.
Yes, we tried twice in them first few months to make us happen but it wasn’t right
A year and a half later and both in the island of broken hearts, we found our lips touching each others but this time it felt right, not like before, this meant something like everything else was a crow’s call far in the distance.
For them 12 days short of a year I spent with you and the on and off sections shortly afterwards I felt like I could do anything and be anyone. But now
I have to battle with the conflicts in my mind everyday,
Of how much I don't want to let you go but knowing I have to for the sake of my sanity.
When you pop up out of the blue and message me saying ‘how are you’ I want to reply with ‘Not the same without you’ or
‘I miss you’ but I can’t.
You have moved on and that’s what I should do too.

You will always be the one that got away,
You were the one who/on that winters night when you walked out of my life.
I regret the choices I made, but you were never a mistake.
we made a trophy cabinet out of our mistakes,  but Wish we could have made a whole room full of rectifications

Goodbye, good life