Why'd it have to be you?

I would have been fine with anyone else,

Because I wasn't as attached,

To anyone else

But you.

Why'd it have to be you?

Who broke my heart,

Who broke me apart,

But still makes me smile.

How,

How can I even smile?

It seems like a meaningless thing but,

I still enjoy seeing that meaningless thing on your face.

Why'd it have to be you?

Why can't I let go?

Is it because I'm still hoping,

Still holding on,

To a possibility that is impossible.

To an improbability that I try to get past.

Why'd it have to be you who said no,

Why'd it have to be you who that I can't leave,

Because you mean too much to me.

I could have handled anyone else,

So why'd it have to be you,

Who was so wonderful,

and wonderful to me.

Why'd it have to be you?

Why couldn't I grow close to anyone else?

Why can't I tell anyone else about my life?

Why'd it have to be you?

Why didn't I fall in love with someone else?

Someone who would tell me how they feel

and could love me back?

Why'd it have to be you?

Why wasn't it anyone else who left me?

Why couldn't it have been someone who,

when they left, it wouldn't hurt me?

Why'd it have to be you? I'm confused about the universe's plan for me...

Were you meant to leave? Or did I mess up and the universe decided it wanted a comedy for movie night?

I guess its kind of ironic, you came in at a bad time a brightened up my life. Now you're leaving at a good time.

What I'm most scared about is how it will be after you leave. Will I cry? Will I start falling again? Or will I try and keep this temporary happiness? How well will that work out?

I wish you wouldn't leave, ill miss you.

We couldn’t be more different. I remember the first day we met we had an argument. It had something to do with smoking. I had walked into her smoking in the bathroom a little after school. She ended up stopping after I had told her to repeatedly, but only after she burned it out on my left arm.

The next day her whole schedule switched. I now had her in every class. I remember going home that day and complaining about her to my little sister. Claire, of course, couldn’t care less about my insistent complaining, but she always nodded along.

Then we went on our first date in college. God, that was weird as hell. I remember thinking she was insane, especially after she offered me a cigarette. I still agreed to a second one though. And a third. Fourth, Fifth, and so on. If you had told me that I would be dating Cally Cooper back in high school I would’ve flipped you off.

But now the only question I can get off my tongue is why’d it have to be her.

(Sorry I changed it a bit. Why’d it have to be her just sounded better than why’d it have to be you for this story, in my opinion. Sorry again!)