We went through the motions most unexpectedly.
How did we even begin? It was so natural, so spontaneous.
You were a girl shrouded in mystery.
Separated by distance and time, two backgrounds that never were meant to meet.
But you're right. We did okay didn't we?
Sparked something without any physical interaction,
the late night talks, the little scribbles we sent the old fashioned way.
We went through the motions of love, but never truly attained it.
Somewhere along the way, what we had was drowned by all the noise of the world.
But you remember, and so do I.
I don't linger on what could've been, what would've been, but that doesn't mean I don't get the subtle hints you leave. The rare times you reach back out to me, almost as if nothing and everything has happened.
You've never let me close this door for you. Pushing me to the sidelines, making me solely an observer.
And I see you slowly crack beneath the surface.
Let me in. Let us resolve this once and for all.
So that you can move on, find someone more suitable and someday think back on us as just another sweet memory of youthful fascination and endearment.
