Many years from now
I'll remember you
as 'the girl I once loved'

and wonder if you
remember me
that same way.

Because you did love me,
didn't you?

And I should have guessed
from the notes you left
in my locker,

from the hot chocolate
with tiny marshmellows,

from your voice on the
other side of the telephone.

But ours was never meant to be
more than the tragic story
of two people who love each other
all their lives and never realise.

And many years from now,
if you'd tell me
you loved me,
I'd say I never knew

and you would tell me the same.


But many years from now,
I'll wonder
if we were meant to end
this way.