We’ve made rounds and rounds around with no alternative endings. It’s the same every time. There’s guilt and pain. We can’t be this selfish forever. I wish we lived in a world where remorse didn’t exist and we could just go on and on and live for our sakes.
Nothing but love for you always, and a little bit of disappointment for finding you much too late. Now you cannot be mine to claim cuz you don’t even belong to yourself. You’re hers and I’m my own. Love doesn’t always win. Life has its own plans.
I’ve said this many times, and I’ll say it again. Hopefully for the last time, if you’re ever your own person again, I’ll be thrilled and jump at the chance to see this through for the sake of everything we’ve been to each other. It’s a shame this connection has to go to waste. But we’ve come so far to realize that it’s time to accept neither of us is brave or heartless enough to crush someone else’s world so ours can exist.
I love you so much. But that’s it. I love, and that’s all I can do. Love till I can’t anymore.
She Was Sea 