Broken dreams, there is nothing left to fear.
What is lost is gone, there is nothing to be scared of.
There is nothing to be happy about either.
Last year, I remembered,
Back in the beginning of December.
You held my shoulders and told me,
"I'm just not fortunate enough to be with you."
Why did you say that?
I don't recall the exact details.
I was upset about something, you were trying to make me feel better.
You spoke of legacy and not being successful enough.
You mentioned Porsche and racing down PIE.
You promised me a dinner at relish.
I can't help but wonder if that day will ever come.
Will that promise ever be kept?
But you were wrong though, I am the unfortunate one.
I'm the one not meant to have the person I love, love me back.
I think I am too naive.
With that naivety, everything had seem so surmountable.
I thought that maybe we could make something work.
Could we still?
I really cannot tell, I can only wait on your reaction to our interactions.
Await circumstances to twist and unravel our lives.
And until then, maybe I'll just indulge a little, stop pretending I don't and waste some time missing you.
You brought me happiness that i had looked so terribly hard to find.
Life was so complete when i had you.
So please, be kind, forgive me for having such a hard time letting go.
I love you to the moon and back.
But i will go further if you asked.
Promise me that you won't let go, that you won't forget me.
I promise to always be there when you need me.
