so theres this boy-

and he dosent even know it,
but i still love him.
we've been through a lot.
and we never even had our chance at going out.
and now,
it's all to late.
he's long since forgotten my name.
forgotten the smile i left on his face.
forgotten the butterflies i used to give him.
forgotten all the words he said.
forgotten all the dreams we had.

he's forgotten it all.
and now my names is nothing but a taste in his memory.
left over from the sweetest fruit.
that love,
that strong liking we had.

it's all but been forgotten.

he'll never know,
he'll never have a strong enough grasp.
he;ll never wonder 'what if'

time is what you need to heal the wounds and scars that can not be seen.
your heart can never mend fully from a break.
one day his name wont be so familiar to me,
and his memory will be but a taste on my lips,
left from the most bitter fruit.

two completely different reactions, to the same exact situation.