Everything happens for a reason

Great news

She just had to tell him!

But they weren't even in communication

Now that was the realization

But she wanted to tell him so bad!

But she knows he was left so sad

Last time they spoke he ended up crying

She was sorry she left you trying

It was sad she had to let go 

But she already knew why though

So she wanted to tell you 

But what was it going to lead to?

Ah forget it she just press send

When he opened it she sat there to pretend

Then he messaged back

And she felt like they were back on track

Little did she  know 

He had something to show 

Spend hours at the store

Seeing which ones hits the perfect score

Should it be a white?

Nah that's not right.

Should it be blue?

Nah she wasn't even his boo.

How about turquoise?

Yeah that is the right choice!

Got home

Sitting there alone

Looking at his phone

Thinking of what else to put on

Maybe a drawing?

Yeah maybe it'll show her some loving

Started writing words

Then started drawings swords

This love felt real

What is the deal?

He wanted to give it to her

But when was the time to?
He then received a text.

Oh man what was going to happen next?

Had it in his pocket

Ready to give it to her like a rocket

Once he saw her smile he got distracted

Friend told him she was going through something

That erased his thoughts and gave him everything

Doubts, questions, and second thoughts

So he sat there and sought

Sitting there with her in his arms in the car

Knowing she left his scar 

He was slowly falling

Meanwhile he was holding on

It was not the day 

So he held onto it and put it away 

As the days past 

It did not last 

It started to get dust 

Was it love or lust?

Woke up everyday to see it right there

Knowing he had nothing to spare

He just woke up to give it up

Tossed it in the garbage

Pouring his heart out through the breakage

Turned away while it fell

He didn't know what to tell

Went to sleep

Woke up and felt cheap

Ran to the garbage to see if it was still there

He knew he always cared

Could not find it 

So he walked away with a fit

Crazy to know

He worked hard on it for it to blow

So he went about his day

Walked out with his friend barely having anything to say 

Until he accidentally and randomly stepped on it

And there it was..

The postcard he bought to congratulate

But for some reason this felt like fate

When he looked down

There is was and he put a frown

The now dirty postcard

That never got to her...