Why is it that people like us can't get over people like them?

They've wronged us, over and over and over again and yet we still love them.

Why?

The thumping of my heart never fails to skip a beat when his name is even spoken,

Such a powerful effect from a silhouette from the past.

But a silhouette from the past is all he'll ever be.

I can't reach for him on cold winter nights when the tears won't stop coming,

My hands only find the cold empty vacancy of his illuminating presence.

I can't reach for him at all.

It's like trying to find a non-existent needle in a haystack of billions.

He's happy, no longer a figure of the present in my world,

But a figure of the present in her world.

Maybe this is how it's supposed to be.

Maybe I was simply a mere stepping stone he can leave in the wake of his trail.

He's long gone now,

It's time to give up, throw in the towel and stop fighting.

Why is it that people like us can never get over people like them?

No matter how hard you pray,

God won't bring around an angel like that again.