This is a story of a boy and girl.
I can still recall those days as if they are archives themselves or a movie playing over and over again. I still see you standing there the light from the sun bouncing off you and gives you a heavenly glow more beautiful than the stars. I’m sorry I couldn’t prove to be worthy of your love and I hope if you do have anyone I just wish you happiness. If your hand isn’t taken and the fates align. I swear on my oath as the man I am now I won’t let you down again. But alas this is real life and all I’m left with here in the darkness is the curse and blessing of love and memory

I drove past your house some time back. You looked so perfect there. Your smile as beautiful as I remember. All this time I’ve hoped one day you could forgive me and we can try again and pretend it’s the first time we met until then. I’ll just write these little live notes like you used too write

Je me souviens encore de t'avoir vue dans ce hall. Tu étais plus belle que le ciel lui-même. Tes yeux brillaient et scintillaient comme notre propre galaxie. Je t'ai aimée depuis que je t'ai vue et je t'ai aimée toutes ces années. Je suis désolée, Jennie.

They say a blood moon means a shift in relationships partnerships and friendships.
As I sit here I can’t help wonder if her and I are both looking up at it tonight. I sit here praying for one last chance. I’ll admit I was a cruel person to you more times than you  truly deserved. I remember when I first saw those breathtaking brown eyes of yours it was love at first sight. I know it’s been a long time. I loved you then and I love you now nine years later. So I’ll look to the moon and pray for one last chance to redeem myself in your eyes and prove I can be the man to love you right. But I am sorry for everything J.M.

I'm thinking of you
And all the things we didn't do

I'm thinking of you
And all the things we could've done

I'm thinking of you
And all the things we wont be able to do

What’s meant stays,  
quiet and sure.  
  
True love waits,  
even when we turn away.  
  
What isn’t ours  
slips,  
like water,  
gone before we know it.