I can't stop thinking about that day. You and I knew we had a connection, but whenever I think about how close we almost came to be. I think of that guy, holding your hand. When I couldn't do anything but watch. When I think of you I feel so much sadness and regret. I feel worse when I think about how I still can't get over you. How you still make my heart race, how you're still my idea of the perfect girl. I wonder what I was to you. Was I a backup, was I a joke, was I anything to you?