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Dec 2012
I sat there with all the other passengers and I wondered if they had a story too.
I sat there by your side, as I held your hand the thought of never holding them again kept running through my mind, so I memorized every line, every curve just in case someday down the road I'll need them again.
As the lady in the background started announcing your flight number,
my heart stopped,
my eyes started tearing,
and my hand just couldn't let go.
This may have been the last memory we have together but I never got to say, remember don't forget what you've learned, don't forget to smile for the girl you've always known and mostly don't forget to always look back. Not every girl gets to say she watched the only person in the world she needs the most walk away, not every girl gets to say she sat in the middle of the airport with all the other passengers with a broken heart cause her passenger decided to fly away.
I just sat there looking at the gate, waiting for you to run back, I've seen this scene in movies plenty of times, the guy he always finds his way back to the girl.
So I'm here 10 years later asking, still wondering why on earth didn't you come back for me?
Couldn't you of loved me enough? **I could've been the best thing that ever happened to you.
The Habits of My Heart
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