I bet this time of night you're still up
I bet you're tired from a long, hard week
I bet you're sitting in your chair by the window,
looking out at the city
And I bet sometimes you wonder about me
Olivia was sitting in her office, it had been three weeks since he had left for the G8. Since he had left her in that restaurant alone after letting her go. Verna was right, it was a lot more painful that she ever thought it would be.
And I just want to tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you
And I wish I could run to you
And I hope you know that
Every time I don't
I almost do, I almost do
It was the right thing. As much as it killed her to keep pushing him away, she just couldn't keep doing what they were doing. It was wrong.
I bet you think I either moved on or hate you
'Cause each time you reach out there's no reply
I bet it never, ever occurred to you that I can't say
hello to you
And risk another goodbye
And I just want to tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you
And I wish I could run to you
And I hope you know that
Every time I don't,
I almost do, I almost do
Hearing Mellie with the Pastor Drake's wife brought it home for her. Watching Anna who had invested fifteen years of her life to a man that was never going to be hers, and be left with nothing. Not even the opportunity to say goodbye to him. Hadn't she already compromised so much for the love that she felt, didn't she at the very least deserve to say goodbye when she had lived in the shadow for fifteen years. Olivia didn't want that to be her, and it frightened her that it already was. She loved him with everything she had, till she almost had nothing for herself.
We made quite a mess, babe
It's probably better off this way
And I confess, baby
In my dreams you're touching my face
And asking me if I want to try again with you
And I almost do
And I just want to tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you
And I wish I could run to you
And I hope you know that
Every time I don't,
I almost do, I almost do
As much as she loved him, she didn't want that. She had fooled herself into thinking that something is better than nothing. The late night phone calls, the stolen glances, not so innocent brushes between them. She was convinced that having parts of him for a little bit was better than not having him at all.
She had no doubt that he loved her. She knew he did. But it was still wrong. He wasn't hers, he was Mellie's.
And I just want to tell you
It takes everything in me not to call you
And I wish I could run to you
And I hope you know that
Every time I don't,
I almost do, I almost do