"Do you think we could've been more?" He asked. "Do you think, maybe with better timing or maybe if things hadn't been so messed up, we could've been more?"
"Yes," she breathed with a slight nod.
"Do you think we would've been happy?" He asked.
"I think we would've been happy, I think it would've been amazing. A real story book love song." She paused, his lips turned up in a small grin. "But it's not. It's not a happy ever after love story. It's the kind people write poetry about. It's the kind that, not even the people in it can comprehend what happened and what could have been if they'd only gone about it different or waited longer or taken it slower. It's the kind that you dream about and wake up feeling empty knowing it will never be like that again."
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Slick Depression
De TodoI pour my heart and soul into you. I give you my time. My money. My love. My trust- something I don't give freely And I'm still not enough. **gets better as you go, I promise** Inspired by @revengeavenue Self Restoration. Amazing poems in there...
