When things were great, they were great When our music tastes matched, they were pretty on point When we played, we gelled as much, if not more than anyone else I've played with. Our kinks were so in tune with each other, in the years I've been on the scene, I've never had anyone who saw a bigger picture of me..... But when things were too much, I couldn't cope with it. When things weren't right, I knew we couldn't be together, but I was scared of hurting you & pushing you away. When you told me your plans for years down the line, it pushed me away So why, even though I knew so early on that we wouldn't work, do I still think of you fucking daily? Why do I still want to be with you? Hear your voice, and still be able to be as close to you as I once was? I miss you, so fucking dearly, but I know that I'll never get experience what we once had ever again, and I'm terrified that I'll have to wait another fucking 4 or more years before I'll ever meet anyone like you, if I ever get to that is. I'm sorry it couldn't work, I'll take that regret to the grave









