On our last day, I said that it wasn't goodbye. I realize now that it was a futile attempt to retain hope... The hope I'd see your smile again, The way it lights up your face And I can't help but return the gift. The hope I'd hear your voice again, The voice that makes my heart want to melt, It puts me both at ease and sets my pulse racing. The hope I'd be able to gaze Into those mysterious blue orbs And not be afraid of the future. The hope I'd call you darling, Just as I have in all my dreams. The hope I'd finally confess the words ThatΒ Β have swirled in both my mind and heart Since we first met. The hope you'd hold me in your arms, Making up for all tears and lost time.
This is what I've longed to say to your for gosh knows how long, but I realized that I can't tell you this because you being happy is more important to me than my selfish hopes.