why can’t you just man up and accept the fact that you want me in your life as much as i want you in mine, our stories could have played for at least five more seasons what’s with the strike? think of me under every full moon, think of me, don’t forget about me, who am i kidding, you will never forget me. for the rest of your life you will see me in every shadow you encounter and become tangled with, till the day comes when you realize you had the opportunity to be with the real thing, all it is to say, is too late my man! you will cry about me on your death bed, soaking in agony of what could have been, reeking with insanity “what have i done” you foolish soul, take this as a lesson to not let go of the next person you meet after me, ok, someone one day will love you the way you need, and it won’t be me