What happens in my fantasy, when you ask me for drinks after 5 years and many girlfriends later…you secretly miss me?
What happens in my fantasy, when we meet, you smile and I feel it in my feet?
What happens in my book, you are more then I even remember, you still find me as attractive as that September
What happens in my book, you cant seem to let me go, and we each have one more and stay till the door is closed?
What happens in my movie, a slow dance in the parking lot, both knowing we had better not?
You want to end things with her because you never were able to move on from me?
What happens in my movie, a soft kiss filled with all this reminisce
Youre late and Im insecure, its too quiet and youre too awkward.
We laugh to loud and feign this -casual- feeling in the air.
We smile our too fake smiles and have our hasty goodbye, both leaving because we -have work tomorrow-
The only similar thing we do with our lips is the parting line – lets stay friends!
Although we both know that we will not see each other again.
This is what happens in my reality.