'Almost Lover' by A Fine Frenzy
Goodbye my almost lover,
Goodbye my hopeless dream,
I'm trying not to think about you,
Can't you just let me be?
So long my luckless romance,
My back is turned on you,
Should've known you'd bring me heartache,
Almost lovers always do,
How did they do it? He asked himself as he watched her while trying his best not to. How did you let go of someone how was never really yours to begin with? Especially when that person was someone you could not separate yourself from. When they possess a gravity that constantly pulls you in how do you brake away?
Everywhere he went there she was to and every time he tried to run from her he somehow seemed to end up just going round in a circle. For he always ended up back where she was. He wanted to scream at her to let him be, to give up any claim she once might've had, but it was useless. Useless and pointless because she no longer wanted him, maybe she never really had.
Ming-Ming had been everything he had needed, everything he could never be. She was light and laughter and laughter. And somehow managed to remove a little of the loneliness that filled his world.
Without a single care she had once taken his hands in hers and danced through crowed streets towards the beach where she had made him walk bare foot in the sand. With laughter in her voice she would sing lullabies in soft French.
Her fingertips would walk across his pale skin and there would be such a sweet sadness in her eyes, that it would almost brake his heart. And then it did brake.
As swiftly as she had come into his life she was gone. And he couldn't help but ask himself how he had made it so easy from her to walk right in and out of his life. He had wanted her happiness and for that reason if no other he did not try to entice her back to him.
He had never wanted to see her unhappy and had hoped that she would want the same for him. and perhaps she did, it was just that she did not understand that having her so close without being able to reach out and touch her was the worst torture she could have inflicted upon him.
No matter what he did she was always on his mind. He could not go to the ocean without thinking of times he had been there with her. No matter how far or fast he drove down empty moonlit streets he could not out run her memory. And when he woke in the mornings hers was the face he longed to see.
She had healed his heart only to brake it once more.