I trailed on to a horizontal distance, I see you sitting on a bench.
Reading your favorite paperback novel that I lend you few years ago.
Your on my favorite part, "I love you but I have to let you go. I wanted you to be mine but your out of my reach. I hated myself for thinking that way but it isn't a fairy tale, that everybody gets their happy endings. This is the reality that I have to accept, that you will never be mine...."
I wish that I am on your side by this time but I just can't.
There's no single chance that I can touch your hands once again, hug you tightly and lay my hands on your hair.
I carresed your face with my hands but it didn't go that way. It just turned out, me waving through thin air without you seeing me.
I maybe a soul now, but I'll always be on your side.
Wanting and needing to hear your stories again.
Waiting to be heard by you and waiting for you to find your true happiness.....
