The old us.

He said we didn't work. But there was a time when we did. When he gave himself to me. And I blew it. My fear to commit to him and my inability to see he loved me. I should have trusted sooner. 

Moving here didn't help. I hated being away from friends and I hated the cold and worst - I hated my job. 

I would do anything to have him give us another chance. The old us. But with the new me. And the old him. 

I guess we will never have that chance.