One Last Time, again.
It was the best breakup I've ever had.
Then you robbed me of my happy, sad ending.
And I don't like how things ended. Again.
So many things I wish I could take back, yet so many words left unsaid.
You reach out, I read. Ignore, then repeat.
You reach out, I cry. I react, then sigh.
I don't have the heart to block you. Again.
But I also don't romanticize things.
It was just a coincidence I was at the ballpark. By your house. Thinking of you. Walking past our sushi spot. Missing you. And you just so happened to text me the next day hoping to run into me by the ballpark. By your house. Thinking of you.
I wonder how this will end, again.
I wonder, maybe if I just feel you one more time.
Maybe if we he hold each other one more night, I can finally let you go.