I remember that afternoon when I saw you,

You were laughing with a big smile on your face,

And next to you,

There was her.

I remembered how that used to be us,

Those moments where we could be ourselves,

Where we have not a single care,

And not a single fear of the world.

That afternoon you were walking by her side,

Your hands almost interlocking.

I remembered how we were never an almost,

When almost itself is never enough.

But I guess you were happier with her,

And it's almost weird to feel like it's alright,

To feel like you deserve it,

Because you actually do,

And I never did.