One day we will both look back, and realize that out of stubbornness, foolishness, and perhaps even the fault of timing, that we let the loves of our lives slip away. I move on from the past to the present now, with hope that one day I will be able to love again. But no matter where I go, what I do, or who I am with, Gaston will always contain with him, a very large piece of my heart. There is a hole there now, a gaping, throbbing hole, in the fleshy red meat that beat so long for only him. And out of unwillingness to compromise myself, I let him slip away. And out of unwillingness to compromise himself, he let me slip away. And now we both ache, because alone we face each day. Goodbye my love. Know that I will die loving you, no matter who comes along that is better fit, I will always love you. In life and in death I shall think of you, and pray for you.
It hurt to hold on, and it hurts to move on. When I think of you, I can only feel pain. When I think of you, I think I may go insane. And when I think of you, I find myself to blame. And when I think of you, I find we're both to blame. I pray for this to be done, and I pray to feel numb. This was the war that no one won. I just wanted love. I just wanted someone to really put me first for once. I was selfish, and I realize that now. I just wanted a demonstration of your love. I wanted to be swept off my feet. Absence made the heart grow fonder, but it also made it wander, because I always felt so alone. It does not matter why now, it is far too late. I have nothing left now, I am blank. I wish you could have stepped up to the plate. I know I am difficult, and I know I have ridiculous demands, but if I was worth it to you, I wish you would have fixed this. But it was not only up to you, this was not only your fault, but mine. I see that now with time. I went about everything wrong. And now we have nothing. I have nothing. You have nothing. All we can do is move forward with faith and save face.
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