I still don’t really know why it all fell apart, why things ended.
I never wrote ‘The End’ for us you know?
There’s still a lot of blank pages in our story.
I keep waiting for you to come back, write, call.
My number hasn’t changed …
In so many ways, you have my number still.
I wish …
I wish I knew what happened.
The distance was hard I know, but I thought we were worth it.
Was it just too much effort?
I like to think it was just too hard not being together.
But I’ll never know.
Because you never said.
I don’t really want you to come back anyway.
Don’t want you to see who I have become.
I’m not the girl you loved once.
Are you still the man I waited for?