It was only at the end of me and you that I noticed you set my coffee cup out that you noticed my eyes changed to blue that I realized what love was really about. It was only at the end of you and I that I couldn't separate love and sex that you realized that I could cry that everything in my life was too complex. It was only at the end of you and me that I held on so tightly to the dream that I tried to get back what used to be that it hurt so bad, I couldn't even scream. It was only at the end of it all I'd taken it for granted, I realized then how much I felt alone and small wanting nothing else but to have you again. This hindsight thing is kind of funny how it waits too long to kick in but here it is now, in twenty-twenty only at the end. |