“Even the right person at the wrong time” my best friend said to me,
“is still the wrong person. She’s still out there. Don’t you see?”
Bless her soul, she tries her best and I appreciate the effort.
Wrapping her arms around me hoping to help hold my shit together.
I saw it on my news feed, the happy bride to be,
Standing among family and friends, her lucky partner on one knee.
There was no glitter scattered across the ground or a grandstand band.
No lanterns hanging from the trees, with love notes or flowers in her hand.
Just the question “Will you marry me”, sweet and simple like she dreamt.
Her parents there in the background offering their support for the event.
I sit there quietly in the dark, fighting back the tears
I wonder what miracle it would take to rewind life back two years.
Then I thought that I still had time to grow as a person and prepare,
To fall in love with this woman again. To finally be there.
It’s been years now since we met, and just as long since we’ve locked gaze.
A weekend trip back to the south, in three nights my life had changed.
The summer that followed I’ll never forget. We spoke nearly every day.
She told me that she loved me and that she wasn’t afraid,
To fall in love with a girl like me. The only problem, space and time.
The two things that I couldn’t change were the two that changed her mind.
And now my chance is gone. I’m left picking up the pieces
Of a heart she swore to never break, “unless one day hell freezes.”
Now on this cold day in hell, she wants love that money couldn’t buy
And I’m still out here chasing pavement with a future I must solidify.
I wish her all the best of luck, and then delete her number from my phone.
If life has taught me anything, it’s wise to leave true love alone.