It's always a "maybe", isn't it?
The maybe is what kills you. It's knowing that it could have been something more, that you could have loved him but you didn't. But you know you could. And you never know if it was better left that way, detached from emotional strings, or an experience like a surreal dream.
They say it is better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all
And some days
I Wonder
Just
What
People
See
In
Love
That they would set themselves up to burn
and
crash
In a whirlwind of misunderstood feelings and drunk regret
But they'll tell me anyway
That
It
Was
Worth
It
