I can’t tell you how many times I have sat down to write to you, but ended up crumbling up the paper and tossing it behind me in frustration.
I can’t tell you how many times I have gone to text you, but instead I stare at a blank screen while my thumbs do an awkward dance against the keyboard trying to find the words to say to you.
I can’t tell you how many times I have gone to pick up the phone to call you, but instead I end up hanging up the phone after the first ring. My voice doesn’t know how to use the right words that I need to tell you that I miss you and I needed to hear your voice again.
I can't tell you how many times I have gone to wear the ring you gave me once upon ago on my finger, but instead I leave it where it belongs in the box. That was a whole different kind of fairytale in disguise.
I can’t tell you how many times I have been back in your home town and how much I wanted to see you, but instead I stop myself from telling you I'm back because if I did it would hurt way too much to not bring you home with me.
I can't tell you how many times I have had to pretend that you never existed in my life, but when I realize that a decade has come and gone of knowing you, I can't help myself from remembering memories of you and I.