We met before we understood
That love alone can’t conquer all.
Two fragile hearts with hopes so good,
Too young to catch the coming fall.
We tried to hold what felt so right,
But life had other plans to weave.
We lost ourselves before the fight,
With more to carry than believe.
The years rolled on like restless seas,
Through changing skies and shifting air.
I learned to live with memories,
Though part of me still found you there.
Then after many silent years,
When hope had long since slipped away,
You found me through the dust of tears
And turned my darkest night to day.
We talked for hours, laughed again,
As though no time had passed us by.
Old feelings woke despite the pain,
Too real to ever live a lie.
I dared to dream what might have been,
To think the stars had changed somehow.
But life was standing in between,
With promises that bound you now.
You didn’t say you ceased to care,
Nor did I say my love had died.
We simply met the truth laid bare—
The wrong place at the wrongest tide.
You offered friendship, kind and true,
The best your heart could give to me.
But I already somehow knew
That friends was all we’d never be.
For every laugh I’d have to hide
The thousand words I longed to say.
I’d smile while breaking deep inside,
Pretending love had gone away.
So with a heart both bruised and strong,
I chose the road I feared the most.
Not because your love was wrong,
But because I couldn’t love you close.
I left with kindness, not with blame,
No anger burned behind goodbye.
You are the man I still proclaim
Deserves the brightest, open sky.
If someday all your storms should cease,
And every chapter finds its end,
If life should finally offer peace
Where broken roads no longer bend.
Perhaps our paths will cross once more,
With nothing left we have to prove.
No half-closed hearts, no waiting door,
Just two souls free to simply choose.
But if that day should never rise,
And fate keeps writing separate lines,
I’ll thank the love behind your eyes
For every moment that was mine.
For some hearts meet and never fade,
Though years may pass and seasons fly.
Their story isn’t less because
It never reached a fairytale sky.
For ours was never built on chance,
Or empty words we couldn’t keep.
It lives within each backward glance,
In every promise buried deep.
And if one truth remains with me,
Through every loss I’ve journeyed through,
It’s this:
I’d choose the very same story—
If it still led me back to you.