When I saw you; I felt my heart break.
I saw you and I swear I knew you.
Knew that you were never going to love me
the way I would fall for you.
That you would forget me.
I hold on to the memory of your voice and play it in my mind
like it’s my favorite song.
I’m trying to forget the hole you’ve left behind in my existence.
I’m hurting for the love story fairytale ending that
could have maybe never of happened.
And I see you.
The you that you never wanted me to see.
And it’s just been a pain in my mind to make sense of not
having you to wake up to.  
Not having you to look at me when I'm pretending to not notice you staring.
You hold me hostage in the confines of the hours we spent together. Arrested to the times of vulnerability that we shared.
And I’m playing and replaying the details of every memory we made.
Are you the one that I am meant to love forever, or are you simply just the man I am meant to fondly remember.
So here you are.  
The one. My one.
That got away.