I tasted your sour, I could live that hour again.
Running through my mind are the times we had, so short, I live them again and I pretend you said yes when I wanted to be more than friends.
I’ve never had what I thought we could’ve been. Seen the times change and I think back to the way you were. You weren’t as progressive as you made yourself to appear.
I fear I’ll never have what I asked of you. You so gladly did the physical with me but you didn’t want the things of the heart.
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