me that you hate me. I know we tried once before, though it never
got beyond a text here or a look in my direction there. Not one
word was spoken aloud, and you made me feel like you were ashamed
to let people know that we knew each other, let alone talked.
Things beyond either of our control stopped what could have been
before it had a chance to become. I see you everyday, and yet I
seem invisible to you. That hurts.
could go back and change everything to what it should have been,
me and you would be together today. But time is strong. It cannot
be changed or broken, no matter how hard anyone tries. The
aftershocks of the earthquake caused by someone else's troubles
was enough to break the weak ties we had. I try to talk to you
now, and it seems like I am just wasting my breath.
known you for a very long time. This fact is mutual. We grew up
in the same small community and were influenced by the same
people. But even with all this, there is still no common thread
we share to pull us together. No guiding light leading us to each
other. Just a broken bridge that neither of us can cross.
I want to
fix that bridge so bad. But from where we stand on either side,
there is no hope of that. I could move from my spot to one that
is easier for you to get to, and then we could be together. But,
I cannot change myself in big enough ways to do that. My
strengths and weaknesses bound me to where I stand. And although
I'm sure you could change, too, to bring us together, I don't
want that either. It seems like we always want what we can't have
and, Baby, I want you.
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