I've learned the hard way
that sometimes life separates you from someone
just to see if you can really make it without them.
And guess what?
Turns out I couldn't make it without you.
I cried. Many tears. Many hours. Many nights.
I told people I hated you, hoping that what I was saying would help it to come true.
Every time I saw you I denied my feelings for you even more, even though on the inside I knew how it really was.
I missed the way you always held me, always told me you loved me, always smiled, laughed, just everything about you.
I sit here listening to our song, three days after you finally came back to me, finally came to your senses, and finally faced reality- you cant make it without me either.
I just don't see why it took you so long, because I knew it the moment I set eyes on you.
But truthfully, part of me always knew that somehow, some way, you and I would eventually get our happy ending.
