Perhaps—
It wasn't about you and me
It was about the misunderstanding that love is keeping us close and happy.
It wasn't about the way you make me feel
But it was about the way I thought I felt it right and thought that it was real.
It wasn't about the things you do that makes my heart glad, but it was about the actions you've done that made me mad and sad.
It wasn't about the spark I felt whenever we touch, but it was about the missing piece that's now gone after finding out that we're not a perfect match.
It wasn't about the good things you'd like to try, but it was about the bad things you tried to do that made me cry.
It wasn't about your kiss that takes my breath away, but it was about the love I couldn't find in each passing day.
It wasn't about the time when I am always waiting for you to come back, but it was about the moment you returned together with the care and affection that you always lack.
It wasn't about your efforts to make it up to me, but it was about the time when I questioned myself if I am really your priority.
It wasn't about the sweetness we shared in every moment, but it was about the time when we couldn't figure out where did our feelings went.
Perhaps it wasn't about you and me
It was about the holes you made in my heart
It was about the the things that fell apart
Perhaps it wasn't about these lines about you that I write, but it was the time to find out whether what I feel for you is wrong or right.
And perhaps I am not supposed to care
I am not supposed to wait and stare
I am not supposed to fight and hold on
I am not supposed to love you—
to love you more even if it hurts
to love you more whenever it hurts.
Perhaps—
It wasn't about you and me
It was about the fact, the actual truth
That you and I are never really meant to be
That you and I are just a toy for destiny