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We think its best to write a song that will be loved my people all around so the title will be named “Willies” and it’s chorus goes a little something like ♪♪ Willies. willies, I like willies♪♪

"What was your biggest heartbreak or heartbreaks?" I had asked you.
 You chuckled. “There’s two-and-a half.” 
”Half?” What does the half mean?”
 You chuckled again. “Half as in, it was my fault. I didn’t realize till it was too late.”
 “You loved her after she left?” I asked. 
”I didn’t realize I wanted to be with her till she left.” You looked at me with a bittersweet smile, “By then it was too late.” 
I nodded. 
I understood. It is too late to love someone who has already walked away. It is too late to chase someone who has already decided to leave. It is too late to catch up to someone who won’t slow down for you to catch up.

 I couldn’t stand around any longer. Day after day, without a sound of your voice - how was I to stay when you kicked me out of your house? How was I to wait when the time has already passed? So I left.
I am gone.


 
I wonder if you’re sitting by your phone, contemplating whether or not to call me, then thinking it’s too late.
It might be too late.
It is too late.
I can hear your voice inside your head thinking it, saying it once again. 
”It is too late. She left and I didn’t realize I wanted to be with her.”You pull off your blue long sleeve and put on a green T because it’s so hot in your apartment. You stare at my name on your phone and your fingers fidget with the call button for a while.
Then you think, “She’s probably long gone by now.” You’re right. It might be too late darling, and you’re the one who made me run.Yet a part of me might pause and turn around, but only if you run fast enough.

Me in school