The first time I met you, you were hiding from view. While we were friends, it was the truest of trues. I wanted you in my arms but could never find you because you left in search on an endless adventure for someone better, stronger, cuter. I guess it was never meant to be.
There are many fish in the sea; too many for any one person, you or me. You can peer into their hearts one by one then tear them out, but once you're through they've probably gone and left you.