Your happiness is a well of memories
He's always on your mind
The thought of his smile is a rejuvenating memory
And you hate having to have left it behind
You know it's for the best
But you can't help but ponder
What would have happened if you confessed?
Would he have wanted you to stay longer?
You remember his voice
A melody that gave you utter bliss
You'll always regret the choice
Of not giving him a single kiss
However, six months have flown by
And your well is starting to run dry