remember when you first spoke to me?
asking the name of some girl with curly hair
she said she liked your shirt
what if you hadn’t chosen me to ask?
and then we went to the mall
apparently i stood on a table
and sang you a song
asking you, no forcing upon you
a ridiculous question…
what if i hadn’t been so confident?
we had just met
at first, you couldn’t say yes
you said you had plans with your friend
and you couldn’t leave him by himself
but then…you said yes
for whatever reason…
you took a chance on some random girl
instead of the comfort you knew
that’s so unlike you
i guess i’ve always made you try new things
…but what if you hadn’t taken that chance?
where would be today?
three years later…
would we have ever met?
would we have fallen in love?
were we meant to be
or was it all just by happenstance?