Maybe, if I'd just noticed, he wouldn't be dead.
Maybe, if I'd told him my feelings before that stupid shadow stole his heart, he'd be here.
Maybe he'd have been in love back, maybe he'd have wanted me as much as I'd wanted him, maybe I wouldn't feel lost when he'd be away, like I do now that he's gone forever.
Maybe, just maybe, I'd never have to hide my tears again. In fact, never have had to cry at all in the first place.
Maybe.
But he's gone.
And part of me is too.