I think I tried everything I could.
I mean, what else could I have given?
You never asked for anything, maybe that’s the problem.
You should’ve spoken up more or maybe written a letter.
There’s no way I could have known; I’m blind to all the hints.
There’s no way I gave all this time to you and can’t get any refunds.
I thought you were the one.
I remember the day we met.
Maybe our future selves laugh about that day when we’re old and all gray.
Maybe our future selves think about how it could only work out that way.
The future is tricky because I guess it technically already exists.
The future is a crazy thing because my present is making memories that my future self could miss.
We didn’t do things by the book, did we?
We’d take out a few pages if we were promised it wouldn’t change a thing.
I hope we win the wars we chose to never let out in our heart.
I hope we live a life where it’s “til death do us part.”