Maybe... just maybe...

They pass each other in the halls,
too scared to look or smile,
she tries to keep in touch,
but holding the phone, she doesn't dial.

He seems to be over her,
He seems to have moved on,
Or that's what she tells herself,
Everyday, that he's gone.

And when their eyes meet,
she quickly looks away,
that night it's all she thinks about,
Till early morning the next day.

Her friends keep asking her,
what's on her mind,
"I thought you were over him,"
"Didn't you leave him behind?"

And I'm sitting on the sidelines,
watching, a thought comes over me,
If she finds it so hard to move on,
Maybe... just maybe... they were meant to be...