Being the one

You said to wait for your answer, but you did not reply, i said would wait and i did. only to find out that i am not the one whom you've loved' but you cared for me and i cared for you, i have loved you, but you did not love me. You and i will continue meet eyes with eyes, even if it hurts me when i remember the words i said to you-and it torments me the way i was reminded by my own self. Maybe it was never been the Happy ending. It must be the story. instead i was an another man but blurry. and to think he's the one you liked, and i am not being the one.