Maybe things finally would have worked out. Maybe we would have been perfect. Maybe thinking about all the maybe's isn't an option anymore.
You were who I wanted to be with. You took my breath away, remember? I couldn't even talk I was so nervous. You could always make me feel better no matter what was going on.
But it's summer now, there are other girls. All of them older, smarter and ten times more pretty than I. You know, I for once believed I was beautiful, when you told me that I was. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I still can't.
I wonder who she is or if she's actually better than me. I wonder if you're happy. I also wonder if I will get over you, because right now I can't. I'm sitting here absolutely torn to shreds over you.
You left, no calls or text. You ditched last minute on what would have been the only time for me to see you.
You pulled the boat we took out of the harbor and sailed away by yourself while I was asleep. I woke up the next morning alone. I sent out a bottle with "Help I'm drowning" written on the inside.
Maybe you'll find it.
Maybe I'm crazy.
Maybe I should quit.
Maybe I should look around.
Maybe you'll come back.
I think of all these options knowing I won't take any. It makes me remember a good Captain always goes down with her ship.
