Who was "the one that got away"?
Sleepwalking through the summer rain and the tired spaces
You could hear her name when she was warm and tender
And you held her arms around you
There was nothing but her love and affection
She was crazy for you
Now she's part of something that you lost
He had never believed she would be the one that would get away. He had never imagined that he would live the rest of his life without her. Life wasn't supposed to work that way, he had convinced himself earlier on, so when the moment came to actually say goodbye to her, it felt as if his life was torn far more than what it already was.
She had moved to New York City after living in a small town in Maine most of her life. Michael still remembered the way that she seemed so innocent, so out of place among the rest. She was sixteen and he was seventeen when he walked her home in the rain, a few weeks after they had met, and it was then that he kissed her. In the rain, standing outside of her building. Sometimes when it rains, against his better judgement, her memory seems to be stronger than before.
They had lived together for a bit more than six years. They had shared everything, had lived through so much together that it had seemed only logical that the next step was for them to get married. He had proposed and she had said yes, and shortly after their tiny family of two became one of three as soon as they found out that she was pregnant; things seemed so perfect that Michael had been over the moon. She had been too, he thought. Or, at least, he likes to believe it. Her happiness, her smiles, hadn't been fake, and she had been happy.
They had been happy.
Every word you never said
Echoes down your empty hallway
And everything that was your world
Just came down
As quickly as how they had fallen in love everything fell apart. Their perfect world shattered the day they lost their baby, their Aidan, and they were left broken. Shattered. Empty. After that day they became strangers living under the same roof, and all the years that they had spent together seemed to go to waste. Michael didn't know to how reach her, and she didn't want to be reached.
In the end, she was the one that pulled away.
And he had let her.
Stand watching from the steady shore
Feeling wide open and waiting for
Something warm and tender
Now she's moving further from you
There was nothing that could make it easy on you
Every step you take reminds you that she's walking wrong
His leaving New York had been for her. It had hurt to see her with someone else, with someone who wasn't him, because no matter what she had done in the end to push him away it didn't kill all the love he had for her. He claimed it did, that he felt nothing for her, but he was lying to himself; a lie that would help him get rid of her. A lie that would help him set some space between them.
Now, four years later, they've been apart for so long, and lived through so much apart, that the life they once shared is the only thing that links them together.
Yet, four years later, when he opens the door of his apartment, the one standing there in front of him is her. Holding a small box with a bow on top, and her wearing a smile on her face. "Happy birthday," she says quietly. "Late, but...happy birthday."
It was her.
Lauren, the very last person he ever expected to see at his doorstep.
Somehow, though, as she hugs him he figures that he should have expected it. Some things never change, no matter how long ago he had lost her; even if she was still the one that he let slip away.
For all you know
Yeah, this could be
The difference between what you need
And what you want
ooc:Lyrics from 'The Difference' by Matchbox 20. And yes, it's a songfic, but the song just...fits.
You could hear her name when she was warm and tender
And you held her arms around you
There was nothing but her love and affection
She was crazy for you
Now she's part of something that you lost
He had never believed she would be the one that would get away. He had never imagined that he would live the rest of his life without her. Life wasn't supposed to work that way, he had convinced himself earlier on, so when the moment came to actually say goodbye to her, it felt as if his life was torn far more than what it already was.
She had moved to New York City after living in a small town in Maine most of her life. Michael still remembered the way that she seemed so innocent, so out of place among the rest. She was sixteen and he was seventeen when he walked her home in the rain, a few weeks after they had met, and it was then that he kissed her. In the rain, standing outside of her building. Sometimes when it rains, against his better judgement, her memory seems to be stronger than before.
They had lived together for a bit more than six years. They had shared everything, had lived through so much together that it had seemed only logical that the next step was for them to get married. He had proposed and she had said yes, and shortly after their tiny family of two became one of three as soon as they found out that she was pregnant; things seemed so perfect that Michael had been over the moon. She had been too, he thought. Or, at least, he likes to believe it. Her happiness, her smiles, hadn't been fake, and she had been happy.
They had been happy.
Every word you never said
Echoes down your empty hallway
And everything that was your world
Just came down
As quickly as how they had fallen in love everything fell apart. Their perfect world shattered the day they lost their baby, their Aidan, and they were left broken. Shattered. Empty. After that day they became strangers living under the same roof, and all the years that they had spent together seemed to go to waste. Michael didn't know to how reach her, and she didn't want to be reached.
In the end, she was the one that pulled away.
And he had let her.
Stand watching from the steady shore
Feeling wide open and waiting for
Something warm and tender
Now she's moving further from you
There was nothing that could make it easy on you
Every step you take reminds you that she's walking wrong
His leaving New York had been for her. It had hurt to see her with someone else, with someone who wasn't him, because no matter what she had done in the end to push him away it didn't kill all the love he had for her. He claimed it did, that he felt nothing for her, but he was lying to himself; a lie that would help him get rid of her. A lie that would help him set some space between them.
Now, four years later, they've been apart for so long, and lived through so much apart, that the life they once shared is the only thing that links them together.
Yet, four years later, when he opens the door of his apartment, the one standing there in front of him is her. Holding a small box with a bow on top, and her wearing a smile on her face. "Happy birthday," she says quietly. "Late, but...happy birthday."
It was her.
Lauren, the very last person he ever expected to see at his doorstep.
Somehow, though, as she hugs him he figures that he should have expected it. Some things never change, no matter how long ago he had lost her; even if she was still the one that he let slip away.
For all you know
Yeah, this could be
The difference between what you need
And what you want
ooc:Lyrics from 'The Difference' by Matchbox 20. And yes, it's a songfic, but the song just...fits.