I Kissed You Goodbye

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I never thought we would say our goodbyes in the middle of our beginnings.

I can remember that night, how the world would move against us.

How I pray to the heavens that everything to pass.

This pain in my heart would heal as fast as it could.

You came into my house and brought me your written love song. You recorded it on a blank cassette tape.

Comes with a written love letter with an audio-recorded along with the song.

Seeing you in pain breaks my whole heart.

I have to hold my tears as I hear the sound of the rain falling on your face

As I watched you leave, I had to close my eyes so I would forget the look of all this pain in our hearts.

Believe me, I tried. The only way to let you live is to let myself die a little more.

Each day I'm never gonna be with you.

I know. It'll never be the same.

I have to start all over as someone that I am not.

The sound of our feet walking away from the love that is truly for us.

But time won't let us.

I have to forget you. This also means that I have to forget myself when I am with you.

20 long years took all of it from me.

I am inside a bubble where I don't know who I am anymore.

I don't know how to feel. I don't know which is the real thing.

Numbing this pain is also numbing me to feel every good thing coming into my life.

I never thought it would be this difficult.

That I have to get used to it.

That I needed to keep my love for you out of everyone's sight.

I swear to the heavens I kept us in a place where I know that the right time

Would come back for us. And regret that it made our painful goodbyes.

To everything it was. To whatever it might lead our separate lives.

Until then. The universe would know. That we were always meant for true love that would last a lifetime.

A kind of love that would make us love the people around us.

The dreams we want to paint into reality.

I love you. As much as I would love to learn to love myself in a way this world needs me to be.

Until then we meet again.

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