There's nothing worse than the one that got away. It haunts you for years like a bad dream, eats away at your psyche like a termite on a softened wood.
Maybe it's true, that some people are meant to fall inlove with each other but not meant to be together.
She's my childhood sweetheart.
She's my heart.
She's my mind.
She's my soul.
She's my happiness.
She's my first love.
She's my true love.
She's my life.
Too make it short ...
She's my EVERYTHING.
But what if your everything becomes the one that got away?
Do you think you'll survive?
