So many thoughts spent on you. So much effort wasted trying to get you to notice me. Where have the times gone? Where are the dreams we once dreamt? It's hard to remember the people we used to be, and it's even harder to picture that you're not holding my hand anymore. You say it's too late to make it, but is it too late to try? Have all our bridges really burned down? I threw away my nights, you've turned out the lights, and then you left me paralyzed. You left me stuck in that time, when we called it love, but now I know that even in paradise the sun must set. You turned your back on tomorrow, and you forgot yesterday. Now perhaps it's my turn to finally walk away.
If happy ever after does exist, then one day I'll be holding you, and we'll be together. Perhaps not forever, but in that moment there shall be no greater love, no greater story. If happy ever after does exist, than this is not goodbye, it is farewell till we meet again. If happy ever after does exist, than this is the end of our second chapter, while the third is waiting to be written. Do I dare pick up the pen again?
