Left foot forward.
I'm approaching the diner, and I can't help but take my eyes away from the ground and look inside. He's so beautiful. He's so good. He's so quite. He's so tough. He's just so him. I can't help it, really, look at him. He's been there for me every time I needed help; guy trouble, family trouble, money trouble, every time something went wrong, I knew where to go, because I knew he'd always be there for me, and he'd never walk away.
Right foot forward.
How did I not see this sooner? How could I have been so stupid? Even the town knew we were meant to be! Of course I knew he had a thing for me, but he never told me. I never told him either. I can't blame it on him, he's just Luke, and he can't help it.
Left foot forward.
And now he's with her. That women, with her beautiful reddish brown hair, intense brown eyes, who wouldn't want to be with her? Who wouldn't want to be with me? I'm easy on the eyes, but Luke doesn't. Because he chose her, not me. He didn't choose her per say, cause he didn't have two options.
Right foot forward.
How in the world will I ever find it? The grow old together while wearing matching out fits kind of love? I just want the whole package, and I know he could have given it to me if I wasn't too late. He would have given the world to me, if only I hadn't been so foolish and avoided the subject of our attraction.
Left foot forward.
I walk away because it's too hard for me to look at him knowing all of this.