Why were you hiding when all you needed was right in front of you?

Were you scared?

What could I possibly have done to hurt you?

I miss you...
I wish you...
Would just show your face.

Thinkning of what could've been is driving me insane.

I'm addicted to you.
You're all I see.
In my dreams,
in my heart,
in every romantic book I read.

I turn the pages and whisper, " That could've been me."
Then I get angry.
Why couldn't that be our reality?

And now, you're gone.
Where, I don't know.
Yet, I ask: why?

Why did yo leave with such a sudden goodbye?
And did you ever think of changing of your mind?

Why did you leave?

Why did you hide?

What did I do?

Did I force your goodbye?

Turning pages in a book that brings memories of you and me...

"That could've been us." I say, " That couldve been our reality..."