Its Complicated

‘Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone…’

It’s complicated.

I want him back, but he made up his mind — ‘Being friends is what’s best for us’, he said. I want him back, but I don’t know where to start. I am willing to risk everything just to make him mine.

I had him, I lost him. It was my fault, I know. I would do everything to undo that mistake, if he would only let me. But if he still thinks that being friends is the best way to avoid the complications and consequences of loving me would bring him… then let it be. I can’t always have it my way, can I?

It got me into thinking — how could I say I lost him, if in the first place I NEVER REALLY HAD HIM? Depressing isn’t it? I ALMOST had him, but lost him because of my stupidity and indecisiveness. I want him back. Too bad I can’t do anything to make him change his mind.