You didn't turn back.

Little voice in my head says:

That's that then, isn't it?

I guess that Starbucks I got you wasn't the right flavor, like how I'm not the right guy for you.

I don't know what got over me....this desperate attempt to please you, to just see you smile. I wonder why did I go through all that rush just to hand-deliver you that Starbucks at your doorstep...

I don't know. I'm crazy.

And even with just us standing there, I couldn't even say anything that was on my mind. That last hug, I tried to put everything I had in it...but I guess you couldn't tell.

Then you walked away, I watched your retreating back....

You didn't turn back.

And at that moment I realized, this is really, finally, is the end.

I'll be living with the constant regret that I couldn't look you square in the eyes and tell you how I feel...after all these years.