the one that got away
Sometimes it gets me how different my life could be if you hadn’t have left. If you hadn’t have rode away in that bus, leaving me standing behind, watching you go. Sometimes I remember that moment like it was yesterday. Sometimes I let it slip my mind, but it always comes back at the strangest moments-while I’m waiting in a lunch line, while walking through the center of campus. I wonder what I would be doing right now if only you had stayed.