Ghelai

I would have run to you for the next hundred lifetimes,
          And I would have loved you the same,
          But nothing would have changed,
          Cause you still won't love me.

Even after he left, I continued writing...
          I wrote him in my prayers...
          I wrote him in my dreams...
          I wrote the pain... the happiness..
          the what ifs... the what could have been...
          Until one day, I stopped.
          
          I STOPPED WRITING ABOUT HIM.