You..you there. Yes you. You think because you are a woman Only you know what heartbreak feels like? Believe it, a man's heart can hurt so bad too! A man can love so hard hard and recklessly too. Such that he remains still while everything moves And watches life and happiness fly by him. You..you there! Yes, you! You think because you are a man.. Only you know how to pretend like all is well.. While your stomach muscles go into a knot, Everytime you are reminded of your past with her. Believe it, unless you are a devil incarnate too, Every good man with a Heart can hurt - Hurt so bad he'd feel his heart would stop. Tonight..this evening, I mean.. I just heard a song I used to listen to with her.. And I found out that I still am not over her I want to call her again and tell her I still want her That I left her because I felt she didn't want me I want to call her again and tell her I still love her That I believe we can ask God to help us find love! But I don't know..don't know if it is wise doing that I don't know if she can ever love me the way I still do It was beautiful while it lasted - like it'd last a lifetime It was splendid while it lasted - like it'd never end! But we allowed all that love to fizzle out just like that. I knew it, I just knew it in the bones of my bones.. That we had a blindlingly bright future ahead of us! When something is that good, it needs all protection. But we were too careless - I was damn too careless And we lost it all. I am trying to pick the pieces and move on with it But in everything I do..and everything I see or hear, So, so, reminds me of our good times together The places, the friends, the admirers.. The Music. Keane. Keane reminds me of you today. If only I can summon the courage to pick that phone And place another desperate call you.. Or write you another desperate letter.. If only.. But I am not sure I can survive another rejection. And maybe that is why I am not meant for you Or maybe that is why you are not meant for me. When will I get my own healing from the healer? When will time bring its healing power my way? The Annonymous Lover.