Remember iridescent .

Sometimes we don't have the dignity or the confidence to share.
Nor do we want to admit, declare or express ourselves.
We often are too dramatized or afraid to say these words or act our emotions.
Instead of following our heart, we allow our brains to do the thinking.
The best things we want to do differ from the important things we have to do. 
Somewhere along the way we sidetrack into a more livable life.
A more pleasant, daily-routined, comfortability.

What we want is always the opposite of what we get. 
Probably because what we want is never what we need.
Most of us are too afraid to admit it.
Others are too afraid to share it.
And lastly, we all try to outstand it.
But that emptiness, that feeling will never go away.
Even if for once we admit it, the empty, incomplete, heart-ache is still there.

Remember the good ol days?
The days where things made sense.
Life wasn't a breeze, but it was meaningful.
It was pointless or alone,
And the world seemed to a bitty understand you.
Yeah, those were the days.

The days of studying in school,
Joking about her style, and teasing her for her character.
Or the days he'd visit at school with a surprise, or work with a visit.
Maybe it was the pull and give, she'll come to him, and he'd chase her.
The days she would eat dinner with his fam, and he would eat dinner with her friends.
And yes, the night he'll never forget, where the tables just flipped upside down.
It's like he moved to the other side of the world, and she moved on to another feeling.

Though those days are over now, there's never a day where they don't think.
What if, how come, why not?
Maybe in another life he writes.
Never in a million year she thinks.
It was timing, no it was work. No it was nothing.
Whatever the case, she lives on.
Whatever the case, he made a choice.
She might not admit it, but he misses her.
And he should've never gotten on that plane.