It's hard to explain the Woody thing.
He could have been the right guy, except it was the wrong time and I wasn't in the right place.
He wasn't the one that got away so much as the one I didn't try to catch, but always wondered if I should have - if that makes sense?
Although I can't say I was ever in love with him, there was a time when I probably would have fallen for him if he had ever asked me to. He never asked.
And yet...
It's strangely hard to get over something that never happened, probably shouldn't have happened anyway, and will - in all likelihood - never have the chance to happen again.
Life does strange things, doesn't it?
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