Everyday, I sit here waiting.
Waiting for an unforgettable lover that has unfortunately, turned our story into a forgotten love.
I sit, hoping that one day, he would walk up to me, open his palms and say,
"I am sorry I took so long, forgive me."
But like I said, it's a forgotten love.
It might never be remembered, but who's to say I can't dream.
Miracles happen after all.