He tells me of a story
He asks if I wonder
Of what could have ever been
But I look at him
And I try not to smile
As my eyes begin to sadden
I lower my head
And he walks away
He could never know
Of the story that grows
Within my mind
A future of me and him
Walking down an isle
With him standing at the end
Waiting for our story to begin
So turning around
I walk away knowing
Never will I have this chance again
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