I've been staring at this blank page for months Knowing I should be able to write The beautiful things that happened to us The twists and wonders Alive and palpable possibilities Which now seem dead to me Because we were never in love But oh god we could have been
When confused, write it down.
The thing about humans is that they wanted to be chased, but only push that person away. And then sooner or later they will realize that they're in love with that person, who is already in love with someone else.