I wish I could go back to the way things were,
when you didnt know the truth
of how I felt for you.
I would have taken it to the grave
to save myself
from ever hearing you say
that we could never be more
than friends.

We still speak of course,
now and then,
not as often as we did.
But theres this new look in your eyes,
that just says,
theres nothing left of what we had.

And all you really said
was that you were flattered.
And how many times have I heard those words,
and how long ago did I realize
how little comfort it brings
to the meaning of being alone.

I only wanted to hold you,
just once,
and I could have moved on,
knowing that no matter what comes
I was alive at one time
in your arms.

Im sorry.
I should have left it as a dream,
instead of ever believing
that you could feel for me.

Im so sorry.