“Maybe if I’d told you how hard it was for me to trust. Maybe if you’d told me how hard it was for you to open up. Maybe if we’d met after we had both done more growing. Maybe if it had all been different, we could have done it. We could have kept the smile on each other’s faces and the calm in each other’s hearts and everything could have been just fine. I used to think simple love wasn’t made for people like you and I, but now I think love just isn’t simple. Love takes patience, strength, kindness, trust. Love takes understanding, and you and I, my dear, never really made it there. We replaced emotional intimacy with the physical kind and figured it would all work itself out. Maybe in another life, we realized how foolish that was. In that life, I bet it’s still your bed I’m waking up in. In that life, I hope you’re letting me into your heart, your past, your sorrows, and I’m letting myself get invested, without expectation, without fear. I hope I’m letting myself admit how much I need you because baby, in this life, I did need you. Maybe one day, our paths will cross when the timing is better. Until then, in my admittedly tender heart, you will always be the one that got away.”
