Regrets she had many, which made her heart ache. But that wasn't enough, so she started making amends. She started with going back "home."
He thought he had broken her. He was right. Yet, yes yet, she pieced herself together again.
Dark, pitch dark All around, With nothing to be seen, With nothing to go by. Where then, is the light They say would guide you? Dark, pitch dark All inside, With no clue, With no direction. Where then, is the light They say would guide you? Dark, pitch dark Is the colour of the season. [...]
The hate was all love. The hurt was all love. It was all love. Always.
She had often wondered how they would get past the day. Yet there they were, fifty years later, Still together, still in love.
With goodbyes said, tears wiped and lives moved on, What surprised them more than coming face to face again Was how their hearts skipped a beat, again.
When he started to understand the world, she became his first wish. When he was done knowing the world, she became his last wish. But alas, she always wished for someone else.
He had always found the girl with the ponytail irritating, Till one day, he saw her unfurl it and his heart skipped a beat. Now, he finds himself pulling it, time and again.
He knew he loved her. Everyone knew they loved each other. But by the time she knew she loved him, he was gone.
He told her he was leaving. She had already mentally prepared herself. Still, the end of summer broke her heart.