Regrets

Hey X,

It was just a glimpse. A short look, unconciously, not intended at all. Just a glimpse.
Once a glimpse was all I needed.
There you sat. And there I was standing. Seperated by a window. And a very long period of time. But I knew instantly that it was you. Who else? Who else could give the shivers in such short amount of time? Well, it is only you. Still!
I don't think that you saw me. If you did it wouldn't change a thing.
We are through. You decided we would be. That was something I didn't want and I found hard to accept. But I did. Finally.
Time has passed. I moved on. Dealing with other problems, living without thinking of you all the time. The pain of the definate decision has gone. Hence such little events like seeing you, yeah, they make me restless.
All I wanted was a explaination. Nothing else. Reasons which make sense if thought through properly. You couldn't give me any.
And so it leaves me with one question. WHY?
Why do you find it hard to talk to me? Why do you think I am not ready for a meeting? Why is the past preventing us from dealing with each other normally?
I honestly don't know. I haven't got a single idea.
However, only you know the answer. Tell it to me! I don't care if it is hurting, hard to believe or incredibly stupid. It is even more ridiculious to pretend there is none.
Once a glimpse was all I needed. Maybe you hold the solution in your heart. Go let it out!
All it'd take would be a glimpse. Of certainty!
There are so many windows left to look through, but I'd like to stop searching for you.
Cheers.