What if I said I wanted to hold you,
That I needed you too?
That my actions were out of anger not to spite.
Not to betray you.
What if I told you I never wanted this to end?
That I didn’t care how anyone else felt.
What if I desire you?
Wanting you next to me.
Am I crazy? Is this all in my head?
Why do we want things when there’re gone?
We see them from across the room and begin to reminisce.
You dream about the possibilities, the hope, and what ifs.
Now that you’re out of my grasp is when I want you most.
I waited until you hated me before I told you about the love for you I hold close.
Too late you say?
That just cannot be true.
Secretly, I need you!
I remember, you did all this to be with me.