Reaching out, grasping a hold on reality,
yet losing something on the way.
A simple gesture, a slip in composure,
nearly invisible to the human eye.
What can one do?
Heartache cannot be erased,
yet maybe it's the hurt that heals,
allowing you to move on.
Remember those times I'd call you "silly"?
Everything seemed so wonderful,
you had not a care in the world,
of course that meant neither did I.
Unbelievable, that we made it so far,
on such unstable terrain,
never quite letting a smile slip on rocky ground.
My mask stopped fitting the mold,
you seemed to have loosened it,
making it no longer stay on my face.
I remember the first time you said "I love you"
never expecting my response,
do you remember how you said it?
You said: "Anna, when I say I love you,
I mean it like there was a part of my soul,
a part I never knew existed until I met you."
When people hear you said that,
and realize I broke your heart,
naturally they wish to curse me, scold me,
let me know that I wont ever find someone like you again.
They're right, aren't they, silly?
I probably wont, but if you'd known the reasons,
known the truth, that it hurt me too,
maybe just as much or more than you,
would you forgive me?
Would you think of trying again?
I think I'd be okay,
with just being friends.
But if it's cool with you,
I have one request to make,
can you help me believe in love again?