The one

My heart soared and I felt a surge go through me. I was ecstatic. You thought about me. How often do I cross your mind? Then i remebered, you never chose me, for years. I would get close, But no, it was never me. Years ago, I wondered what was wrong, why wasn't I enough. but I'm pretty sure it's not me. Everything happens for a reason in these passings of people but..... But it still hurts. Because even though we weren't close, I considered you the one who got away. And sometimes I allow myself to dream that you'll see me with clearer eyes, a patient heart, a fresher mind. But it's okay. Because sometimes I know you think about me, and I'll take that over not being anything to you.