See the lights, the party people
stilettos heels on the dancefloor.
I spot you, on the other side of the room
half way we met, as we let the night take us flying.

The music was pumping,
the lyrics, we were shouting;
your body against mine, nothing has ever felt more right.
Your hands around my waist, as we locked eye to eye.

Swaying to the beat
we were in a world of our own
your fingers wrapped around gently
baby i never wanted to let go.

I used to believe that you were the one - could you have proven me more wrong. Recalling that autumn day, the flashbacks of your words replays in my head. I remember seeing the leaves falling, in a similar notion to my heart breaking. Slowly, gradually, painfully as it crumbles with every drop of tear. It was frustrating not understanding why I was in it alone, thinking back to the moments when baby, the sparks flew. You were perfect, the way you were to me. I felt perfect, when I was around you. All of them, even said we were meant to be. Litres of tears, bottles of champagne, and nights of staring at the distant moonlight, no one knew that getting over you ate away all my strengths. It shocked me when I realised how much I had changed in the process. The energy died, the smiles faded, the hopes shattered - an optimist had crossed over to the dark side.

Even to this day, I still cannot fully comprehend the reason for the extent of your relentless impact those years ago. Nevertheless, I am able to feel the need to step on the brake as nights of such unfold before my very eyes. You’re good to me, but you’re not good for me. Our story comes with too much baggage, too many memories that I would rather forget.

As I gazed into those hazel eyes, I saw a boy I onced loved with all I had. I saw all the pain, the anguish in the past, yet I smiled from the bottom of my heart because I knew, I finally knew - we can be happy together. Just not in love.