imagine. if the moment I met you never occurred. imagine. if i could walk past you as a stranger without having taunting flashbacks in my mind. imagine. how that feels? you can't. of course you can't. too caught up it your own demise to even see a glimpse into mine. imagine. if you still cared. I wouldn't be writing this silly message. I could be with you. dancing, playing music or laughing. anything i would do to be with you. imagine. if i held on a bit more so you wouldn't have to move on. was I the problem? or you just too impatient. too careless. its too hard to imagine. its gone. nothing to repair or mend. no more fairy tale end. just me and the past that will follow me until the day we speak again. i can only imagine