We met almost twenty years ago.
During all those years we have gone in and out of each other’s lives.
You always seemed to be there for me.
You always seemed to be there to make me laugh;
to be that shoulder to cry on
when the latest guy broke my heart;
to always be a friend.
Just as we were becoming friends, I moved away.
Fifteen hundred miles apart we exchanged cards and letters.
Our friendship became stronger.
Why is it that we don’t know what we have
when it’s right in front of us?
You came to visit me and I still didn’t realize what I had.
One broken heart after another and you were always there to make
me laugh, to be that shoulder to cry on, to be my friend.
More cards and letters and our friendship became even stronger.
I began to realize just what I had in front of me.
You came back to visit again and this time something was different.
I was different—I let my guard down—broken heart after broken heart
I let someone get close to my heart again
and I finally told you how I felt.
Everything that night changed—a line was finally crossed.
I said those three little words for the first time.
You couldn’t return them in the same way I meant them.
But it was your honesty that let me know I was right about you.
You could have told me what I wanted to hear but you didn’t.
I fell for you even harder.
I gave away my heart that night—
That night it found a place to call home.
Time and distance took its toll on us and we didn’t see it through.
I have never said those words again to anyone.
They were always too hard to say.
It never felt right or easy. I couldn’t trust anyone enough with my heart.
I met other people and tried to forget you.
We saw each other again but I couldn’t see you there
because of yet another broken heart.
