Standing at a fork in the road, not sure which path to take.It’s an impossible choice, but a choice I must make.
The path to the left means you get left behind,The path to the right, you could someday be right by my side.You were never mine to love, but I love you anyway.
I love you too much to just cast you away.But everyone says that I have to move on,You’re fourteen years old, my feelings for you are wrong.
I keep telling myself you won’t be fourteen foreverAnd that when you’re older we could have a future together.
We can’t be together now, I know that to be true,But that doesn’t change the way I feel about you.
Even though I hate myself for having these feelings,You’ve become the only thing in the world I truly believe in.
Dreams of the dream girl I’ll marry in the futureCross over with dreams I have of you growing older.
You’re the girl I was dreaming about when I was your age,And I imagine you’ll be my dream girl at every stageOf your life as you grow older, just a decade younger.
If I leave you now, I’ll only ever wonderIf I’ve lost my only chance for true happiness,And lost my Juliet, my Guinevere, my fairytale princess.
You’re not her now, but you’ll be her someday,I know that to be true, I can tell by the wayYou move, you laugh, you light up my world.There’s no doubt in my mind that you’re my dream girl.
It’s the light in your eyes, brighter than the stars,It’s the sound of your voice, melodious like choirs.
It’s the look of affection when you smile at me,It’s the knowing you need me that made me fall completely.
I can’t have a relationship with you now, I know that’s illegal,And that’s a line I would never cross, regardless of how I feel.
Should I wait until you’re eighteen to be with you then?Should I move on, let you go, and never see you again?
They say if I move I’ll find somebody new,But it took me a lifetime just to find you.Moving on means risking never finding someoneWho’ll be half the woman you’ll grow up to become.
I’ve got to choose between giving up everything I’ve ever dreamed ofOr holding on to the dream of a girl who I can’t yet love.I can’t make up my mind. This decision is torture.
There’s no guarantee you love me in the future.It could be years until we meet again, by which timeYou may have found someone else and not want to be mine.
You could grow up, move away and be perfectly happyAnd I’ll never know if you ever think of me.
I could spend the rest of my life hoping, dreaming, wishing,And I might not be something you’re even missing.
You might only admire me, if we meet again,In the same way that Daenerys TargaryenAdmires her loyal and noble friend Ser JorahFor his unrequited and unrelenting love for her.
His love for her is something she can’t reciprocate.My love for you may befall the same fate.I have no idea how you feel about me.
But I can’t ask you, a girl of fourteenIf you love me and want me, because how can you know?
You’ve got so much life to live, so far to growBefore you’re a woman who understands the complexities of love,Before you’re a woman I can have a relationship with.
How can I tell anyone the way I’m truly feeling,And that I’m waiting for you to grow up so we can start dating?
If I choose you, I choose you for life; I’ll never date another,But there’s no guarantee will even end up together.
How do I justify putting my life on hold for a dream?How do I justify being in love with a girl of fourteen?
I’ve asked myself a million times what’s right for me to do,Try to let go and move on, or wait around for you.I’m at this fork in the road, not sure which path to take.
Neither path looks welcoming, neither path looks safe.
Do I cut my losses and take a different road,Like Tristan when he had to leave Isolde?Or do I cut off all others, call you my destinyAnd wait for you like Odysseus waited for Penelope?
I could go either way and end up lost and alone.Or I could go one way and find my way home.
I’ve always dreamed of a wife, two kids and a happy family,Never knowing who the wife and kids will be.But since meeting you the wife has a name and a face.
You’ve become something I can’t replace or erase.In spite of the fact I’ve never held you,I don’t know if I can ever let go of you.You were never mine, yet in some ways you always will be.
You will always be a massive part of me.
Do I choose discretion over valor and leave you behind?Or do I choose to dream our futures will intimately intertwine?So I stand here and debate fate at this fork in the road.
Only time can tell which is the path best followed.