We loved each other a lot, but in different ways.
Who would've known our love was starting to decay?
And to think it all started when you proposed last May.
When our beginning became our ending on that fateful Saturday.
It was so grand, so perfect the island, people--that entire day.
An absolute dream come true, if I may say.
Tears of happiness, smiles for days.
This was all I was waiting for, so why did I keep running away?