Before.
...We were at that point where lovers were best friends, and holding hands was a common thing.More common was my intellect when I chose to forget, my heart was yours and your heart was mine.Things where fine, like fine wine, time went by and we matured.Got better.Stronger.Love was more potent.Passing by.In front of my eyes, she left, walked aside, feelings like tidal waves, rising...And falling.Deeper in I got deeper in she got, deeper in the lies I set my knees in mud and got stuck.Outa luck, outa love, all alone, trying to move but she wasn't there to offer her hand.After....?Love was gone, two was one and I was alone.Star gazing watching comets passing..wishing to feel it on my fingertips.The place where her hands used to fit perfectly but those thoughts slipped...Away.From that day.I should've revealed.My true feelings.Locked inside they stay unknownUnless she's reading this.