one touch,
one look in their eyes
that was all she needed to see the real them
she seen their love,
felt it
felt their true happiness
she'd never really had that
wanted it for herself
slowly she became their friends
slowly she got closer to them
and quickly she pulled them apart
thought because she felt their love,
she should have it
looked for it in both of them
by the time she realized that love wasn't for her,
it was too late
they had already let go
now all she can do is remember what she did
feel guilty for the pain they went through
for the love that never had it's chance
all because of her
all because she pretended
I understand a little clearer when I read this, but it doesn't change my opinion. He may have loved me once, but I doubt he ever will again, and that isn't your fault. Shit happens, people grow apart.