I think of you when I savor the taste of strawberry ice cream in the summer time.
When I'm driving down town and i stop at a red light, I remember the late night drives we always had and how we never stopped, we just kept driving.
When I see a couple walking down the street laughing, I remember the nights you held my hand and whispered to me, "you're mine."
I still have those tickets from one of our first dates when we played in the arcade shooting those stupid basketballs.
I remember how serious you were to beat your old score, that competitive demeanor you always have had.
I remember how protective you were of me, how much I thought you loved me.
Why did you walk away? The part that hurts me the most is that maybe you fell in love with your feelings instead of actually the person before you. The little girl who so longed to be pursued and loved. I guarded my heart so well against yours, perhaps it was the guard of my heart that finally pushed you away testing to see if you loved me enough to break through.
And right when you were about to,
You left.
I left.
I guess the funny part is that I had no idea how much I ended up loving you, until it was too late.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
I think of you when I savor the taste of strawberry ice cream in the summer time.
When I'm driving down town and i stop at a red light, I remember the late night drives we always had and how we never stopped, we just kept driving.
When I see a couple walking down the street laughing, I remember the nights you held my hand and whispered to me, "you're mine."
I still have those tickets from one of our first dates when we played in the arcade shooting those stupid basketballs.
I remember how serious you were to beat your old score, that competitive demeanor you always have had.
I remember how protective you were of me, how much I thought you loved me.
Why did you walk away? The part that hurts me the most is that maybe you fell in love with your feelings instead of actually the person before you. The little girl who so longed to be pursued and loved. I guarded my heart so well against yours, perhaps it was the guard of my heart that finally pushed you away testing to see if you loved me enough to break through.
And right when you were about to,
You left.
I left.
I guess the funny part is that I had no idea how much I ended up loving you, until it was too late.
what if I'm never meant to be loved.
