"But what if something happens”, I asked in fear. To which he replied, "What if nothing happens?"
We were at that pub. The same one. I saw you long before you saw me. You were surrounded by those young pretty types. You know, the needy annoying blonde girls.
We met for the first time in a Starbucks on the other side of the ocean.
I hope that night you made love to your pride. I hope you held your ego tight.
The day that I left I was told to be careful because the grass may not be greener on the other side.