He knows, she knows, I know she knows I know he knows...
The complex simplicity of having freedom of movement yet still a slave to feelings from history. The glances stirred up from memories and the poetic injustice of unspoken words that surface when ... Touch.. Closeness and depths are remembered. Yes injustice, unspoken words lost in oblivion and caged in gates of what could have been... 'Had I only told her...or him'
He knows, she knows, I know she knows I know he knows...
Detailed scenarios carefully knitted together in mind of moments that the heart wanted to so experience and the soul desired to capture in the depths of its walls but the eyes never got a chance to see. That hands never got a chance to feel.
History remains as fragments, the good times battling the times you saw the worst in each other. The sleepless nights of wondering what the other person was thinking. The nights when you were ready to give it all up because it no longer felt like how it did in the beginning. Questions begin to surface of where their interest has gone to and who are they giving all their time to... Is this the end? Such memories become quickly erased as a smirk arises when you recall that moment, that hour, that very second they made you laugh from the depths of your soul. That second when it was just perfect. That hour that their eyes bought indescribable meaning to your core. That day when their company, presence was just enough. That was the moment hope was born... He could actually be the one! She could actually be the one.
Then reality hits.. It's been a few weeks, months, a year or maybe a few years that you've last seen them. It suddenly hits that much was given up due to your own lack of faith in your ability to love. They were that blank canvas that you could have painted the perfect love picture with but you gave more value to how you felt now rather than the possibility of what tomorrow may have bought.
Tomorrow arrives and you see them NOW, you could have been together, swirling in bliss, divinely intertwined and lost in love. All you see now is a missed chance. Life introduces you to a new feeling it's called regret. That voice of memory echoes louder in you, reminding you of all the times they fought for your love, attention and time but you gave no availability.
You see what your tomorrow could have been now and you like what you see. They look back at you and their glance stirs up memories and you feel more and you remember hope but they walk away. They turn from you. No longer interested. It dawns on You, you were inpatient in love.
When you see each other... Nothing remains. You're nothing more than...
Romantic strangers with history.
*Disclaimer* I was listening to J.Cole whilst writing!
Born a legend to leave a legacy.
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