I can only imagine

for only one week i felt as if my life was complete.
its not really fair to talk about it anymore, ive technically moved on.
but i have a bad case of the memories,
and yours stick out like neon glow sticks.
i get it now, i know it would have never worked out.
but for that one week i had pictured everything
and everything was perfect.
and for the longest time i wanted you to come back and say
its always been you, i made a mistake.
i wanted you to realize.
but thats not going to happen when you are apparently so happy.
and thats how i know.
i had you, for longer than i thought.
but now i dont have you at all.
and i will never ever have you even in the smallest way.
whats done is done.
and believe me its done.
but for one week.
i was on top of the world.
because for one week
it was real.