The memories of you linger.
Threatening to invite me.
As I stare out my window.
Always looking to the stars...
I hope from there, you would realize, that your perseverance would have meant more.
We would have appreciated more time.
I hope you would agree - given your distance - that my anger is warranted.
When I see you again, I would want you to understand, that you were destined to be more than a memory.
The what-ifs hurt the most...You should have known I hated unanswerable questions.
