and she might never really understand, all the difference it makes. just the way she smiles, and shrugs the troubles on her shoulders. and she may never really know how heavy it is a burden, to look into her eyes and… lose.
stories untold are left to be forgotten in the gardens of the past, except by the memories of hearts that tread them. moments lost are moments forever gone, except in the regrets that linger – but when eyes meet for that split second, it’s also enough to last me forever.