The End

Here I sit,
where I've been waiting for what seems like years,
longing to hear from you, wishing to see that smile again,
that smile that makes everything better.
But I can't see the smile.
I haven't seen it in so long.
I can hardly remember it anymore.
That smile is no more than a memory now.
All I'm left with are these memories,
memories of the first time I saw you,
you were so beautiful,
so incredibly stunning.
When we first went out,
I realized I wanted to know you more.
When we first hugged,
when we first held hands,
I never wanted to let go.
As the weeks passed,
through all the outings,
the letters,
the late night conversations,
I learned that I loved you.
I wanted to give you everything in the world.
But all I could give is what I had,
and I guess it wasn't enough.
I look back at things I did,
things I said,
and I realize what I could have done,
or what I should have said.
I wish I could turn back time for you,
so I could be perfect for you,
but I can't do that.
I can't change these memories.
I still don't know what happened,
I thought we had something special,
I thought we were going somewhere,
but I was wrong.
I wish I could've been everything you wanted,
but I wasn't,
and I guess I never will be.