You were never my one that got away because in the first place you were never mine. You are my almost, my what if, the one that bothers my thoughts when I’m still wide awake at dusk, the one who fills questions inside my mind.
What if I had answered differently? What if it happened at a different time? Was there actually a chance of us? Or were they just fantasies we supplement ourselves to get by day by day? It still makes me wonder despite all the time that has past.
Maybe it’s because we never had the closure or maybe it’s because we never had an actual chance or maybe it’s just me. Maybe I just long for you once more, maybe I’m still hung up with the vision of us; but these are all mere maybes, just like us.