To wait for you was a false hope.
Yet, I still did for a long time.
To give you another chance was wrong.
Yet, I still did many times.
To acknowledge you as my friend was pretend.
Yet, I still did even after you broke my heart.
To yell, "I hate you" was my wish.
Yet, I never did because I still loved you.
To forget you was simply to forgive.
Yet, I never did because you were still a part of me.
To smile at you was an unnoticed lie.
Yet, I never stopped because I got to see you smile back.
To glimpse at you was a risk taken.
Yet, I continued because you gave me hope.
To love you was to suffer severely.
Yet, I continued because I couldn't stop.
To miss you was to be tortured.
Yet, I continued because letting you go would be a loss.
To kiss you was a bittersweet sin.
Yet, I still yearned for your intoxicating touch.
To hold on to you was painful.
Yet, I still wanted your blissful warmth.
To even bother talking to you was suicidal.
Yet, I still did because I couldn't go on without you.
To trust you again was to believe that you might have changed.
Yet, I did trust you ignoring the facts of other people calling me insane.
To cry for you endlessly was a terrible waste.
Yet, I did cry for you because each drop of my tear was a step closer to moving on.
To even think that you're my only one was a huge mistake!
Yet, I don't think you were a mistake because if we do ever meet in the future I want you to know that, what has happened between us was fate, what has made us drift apart was you, and the sense of us colliding again is destiny.
