What If?

I can’t get over you.

I guess it’s quite ironic to actually state that, since I barely had you and you had none of me. But here I am and I’m actually saying this, I can’t get over you.

You don’t even notice. And I guess it’s better that way. You won’t ever notice.

And hell we won’t ever know what we’re supposed to be.

“We”? For a time it had existed, now I only think it had.

‘Cause you thought I’d never give you the chance while I thought you’d never take it.

But you just didn’t know. You had given up, and you just didn’t know.

And maybe even if you did see the way I was looking at you, nothing’s gonna change. ‘Cause maybe that’s what’s supposed to happen anyway. And right now, I can’t help but to wonder, “what if?”.

…what if…?

Well, come to think of it, I never really imagined myself with you. We’re not the same, no, we’re different. Different as can be, different and odd as can be. We can’t meet halfway.

Damn it, we just can’t.