I wasn't exactly looking for more
Than my past, my happily-ever-before,
But those first few months with you
were the best.
Sadly, they did not serve as mold for
the rest,
Which suffered from being more trouble
for less worth,
To the point that, after years, I gave
my single life rebirth,
and last I saw you, we parted in
distrust and hate.
Some might call it the dark side of
fate,
But I say if I made time move backward,
not advance,
We could sell our story as a Hollywood
romance.
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