I’m late. I’m sorry. And yes, it was always too good to be true. Thank you.

I look back. Not knowing how to feel. But it was always worth it I told myself.

But it was always too good to be true. There were tales, unwritten truth.

But it was genuine. When I first met you. It was sweet. The mere 5 minutes of meeting.

But it was lost. In the beginning. The true feelings were unknown. Which later blossomed to be a rekindled liking?

But it was neglected. To have paid more attention to how you really felt. All the pressure that you were under.

But it was hard. Just like a locked up book. You took, and swallowed the key to the truth.

But it was different. You tried. And I never did notice. How much pain you had in you.

But it was unclear. That your feelings you didn’t want to share. It was ok.

But it was regrettable. That each day. I sit and ponder. Blaming myself for forsaking you.

But it was unfair. To be the only one. To have to guess all the riddles that you made.

But it doesn't really matter now doesn't it. You have another chance. To do it all over again.

But it really is good. To be able to leave all the pain and sorrow behind. And start a brand new life.

But given the chance. Honestly.

Would you do it all over again?

Would it have made a difference? If it was different?

Would you have known how'd it really feels?

Do you ever read my callings at all?