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Been thinking about you lately. In my mind, you're the one that got away. In reality I was the one not chosen, and I was let go. Despite all that, I still find myself missing you. Or maybe just missing the idea of you. Since a majority of my adult life has been spent being the "un-chosen", perhaps it is more just longing for once to be the "chosen".
I know that time has passed for me, for us. Still can't help missing you and wondering what you are up to these days. Maybe one more time for old time's sake?
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