You picked me. From the start. I knew. We bonded. We laughed. You knew. I was serious. You, not so much. I wanted. You needed. Time. With you. Without me. To focus, on life. I asked you, to be mine. You said, yes let's give it a try. The next day. I was calm. You didn't sleep. Then you decided. It had to be over. With me. That right now, it is too soon. You couldn't be mine. You didn't choose me. I want you. To be in my life. I know, it is only a matter of time. Before, you switch up your mind. Until you find another. I will be on your mind. You will stay in my spotlight. You will be the one. We tell this story. And say. Once upon a time. You didn't choose me. Now look at you. Wearing all white.