Those lonely gray eyes, so beautiful anyone could get lost in them. They are so used to getting their way. They have a tendency to stay the same in every situation. Even when you smiled I could never really know if you meant it.
And I knew when you walked out my door for the last time. You would forget me but I wasn't ready to be forgotten. But then there was nothing that I could do to make you understand this.
All the trouble we got in drew me closer to try and save you. I should have known better. I was the one who needed you. I realized it a too late.
Being a stranger to you now doesn't hurt me anymore, what hurts is that you will never try to find yourself. I just hope that in all those prayers I sent one can open your heart.
