Love hurts.
Remember? You told me the first time he broke up with you.
You looked like a broken angel, crying under the moonlight. I wanted to kiss you and all those tears away.
I held you in my arms, and said it'd be alright. What I didn't know then was that I'd be giving you away one day.
You made a friend out of me - the one that insulted you and hurt you all over - prior, and became a comforting presence instead of an irritating annoyance.
You were my infatuation, hanging onto you made me feel human. Then, you evolved into a shoulder I could rely on, giving me the stability I needed.
You gave me warmth, I'll miss it when you suddenly find no time with me. I had hoped that it wouldn't be this soon, I wanted more time with you. But I know I'll never deserve you.
During those days, I'd wonder if you could ever return my feelings, but that's all hopeless wishing now.
I didn't tell you then, and I wouldn't tell you now - all I'll ever be able to do is hurt you. And I'm glad you had accepted me, having you as my friend is better than not having you at all.
Standing here, watching all the happy couples, I feel lonely.
Maybe, just maybe, one day you'd come to me stating that you made a mistake and wanted me to take you in my arms. That one day would either be faraway in the future or not existing at all.
I'll take whatever I get, but I can't be too selfish anymore. I have to let you go, but I don't want to. You were the best thing that ever happened to me, and you only deserve the best. Sadly though, that isn't me.
I look, in the corner, as you walk down the aisle. You look absolutely breath-taking in that gown, pity that I'm not the man waiting.
Your smile reaches me, prompting me to think that letting you go is right. And as the 'I do' are said, I still feel a painful jab in my heart.
And when the bells ring, I pray that : If you had loved me at all, and I was too ignorant to see, please, forgive me.
And I look towards the sky, in hopes that my prayer would be heard.
Goodbye, I'm sorry.