I met you once,
Only the lines of the web.
You stuck like glue,
Until one day you said.
"I must go,
Though I don't want to, 
Because; my dear,
I will never be enough for you." 
And though you were not wrong,
How I really wished I could argue.
Because I knew very quickly,
I was infatuated with you.
And yet, was it love? 
I don't know if I am capable.
But more than anyone else,
You made me want to be able.
And briefly you returned,
By chance, after time past.
And I wasn't nieve then,
To believe it would last. 
But I hoped for a moment, 
And so it only hurt more. 
I wish, hopelessly, we could have, 
What we had once before.
But you taught me one thing, 
In the way that you mattered.
Is I am the only thing stopping my self, 
From my happily ever after.