Chasing Clocks

I used to think that the phrase "some people don't know what they have until it's gone," is just some kind of life quote like any other. I didn't pay much attention to it.

And it's funny...

that there will come a day where I would go back to that time and tell myself how much I relate to that quote. Thinking back to the memories we used to share, I saw how much I meant to you but I was so blinded - blinded that I became insensitive and ended up hurting you.

Your silly jokes;

your countless teasing;

the way you played with my hair as I sat in front of you in class;

the way you patted my head when you walked past my table while I was sleeping;

all the little gestures you showed - I never thought I'd actually miss those, you know? Yet no matter how much I'd love to travel back in time - back to the day it all started, in the end I'm always stuck with reality, always on the same page of the book, always being slapped with the harsh truth - that you're no longer mine to keep... and I'm no longer yours to seek. You weren't even mine to begin with;

there was nothing between us;

just those little sparks, a mutual understanding, or a puppy love perhaps.

Did I tire you out?

Did I let you wait for me for too long?

I almost had you, didn't I?

We almost had each other, didn't we?

It's a shame that everything just had to go wrong.

But you moved on but I still haven't.

I'm still here, chasing clocks and hoping for some sort of miracle to happen.

To bring me back, back to where it all started, so I can say sorry, I already knew your worth yet I still took you for granted.