Face up against the glass, I'm looking out.

My mind still wanders at the thought of you.
Like an infection that spreads within meer seconds. I've accepted that;

it's over,

we're done with,

theirs no more us.

but time and time again I find myself thinking;
where would we be now?
All hatrid aside, what would happen if it never ended?
I'd like to think we'd be happy. In eachothers arms, painless.

But a part of me, the part of me that you hurt so many times, knows that that's just ficitional.

We'd be in an endless tug-a-war. Trying to pull eachother in, just to watch the other one fall.

Our diffrences would pull eachother apart, instead of bring us toghether.

We'd be like a puzzle that's missing a couple peices,

As hard as you look to find them; their lost,forever.