Thought I ran into you down on the street
Then it turned out to only be a dream
It seemed so real though. I mean, there you were. Heading straight towards me, eyes glazed with a purpose. We chatted, a mumble of words clumsily flowing out of my mouth. It was just a hum of conversing. You abruptly stopped talking and walked away gracefully, as if you were floating.
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and then I took a different path
I remember the face but I can't recall the name
Now I wonder how whatsername has been
After I left you, I did. I burned all the photos of you. I didn't want to remember you at all. But even the burnings meant nothing. I remember your face. I can see it as if it's my reflection, instead of yours, and it's just staring me in the face. With the ashes of the pictures, though, your name seemed to have gone up in smoke with it. I swear, no matter how hard I search my memory, your name is still a blur.
Seems that she disappeared without a trace
Did she ever marry old what's his face?
The thing is, you didn't disappear. I did. It was my choice, I'm sad to say but it is true. I don't know where you live. I don't know if you drive a car or if you know how to speak French or anything. Then there was that boy. Old-What's-His-Face. What ever happened to him? Are you married? I would hope not. You're too young. You're only… gosh; your age seems to slip my mind. Not only that but the date. Was it in February? Or was it July? Somehow, it seems, my memory of you has faded to a face. That's it. You, Whatsername.
Remember, whatever
It seems like forever ago
The regrets are useless
In my mind
She's in my head
I must confess
The regrets are useless
In my mind
She's in my head
From so long ago
It not only seems like forever ago… it was. I left so long ago, Whatsername! And I just- I don't need to tell you, I'm guessing, that the regrets are useless. This old mind can't remember a thing. Nothing. You've actually always been in my head, for the longest time. I just haven't had the courage to see you again. It brings back the memories. The memories bring pain… pain of leaving you. I'm sorry I left. I really am.
And in the darkest night
If my memory serves me right
I'll never turn back time
Forgetting you, but not the time.
I watch the sunset through my window and think of you. Despite all I've said, my dear Whatsername, I will never go back. I can't face you. Not after all those years. Sometimes, the things your mother did were just so awful. And I admit it, I, as a father, was an awful man. I can't even so much as remember your name. But your face, my dear, rings clear as a bell.
Yet, things seem to come back to me. Things I can't explain. Not ever will I be able to comprehend what is happening to me. My heart is crying in pain for it has realized that I can't live without you. Not ever…
Gabriella.
As/n: Okay, sudden inspiration! I have to say, I'm proud of myself for this one (and I know that sounds boastful but…) I really liked the turnout of this one. (My last one) A Soldier's Heart's writing was so awful I'm almost ashamed to have it on the list. Please review! I'd love to hear what you think! Thanks,
Whatsername
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