You were mine once, and it scared me. The frightening sound before the sky glows of fireworks. I knew it was safe, but still ran. I convinced myself I could be happy elsewhere, sometimes I was. My deliusion would be interupted with every check-in text, and photo I saw of you through the years. It's not us that can choose the timing, all I can do is find comfort in believing we are fated and that the time will be right eventually.
