Tick tock

I will probably always wonder about you a little - what was going on in your mind beneath the surface, what's really driving you, both towards me and away. If it's fear or love or panic or loneliness. If it's that I was too intense and not attractive enough, like the voice in my head repeats. If it's something you'll regret forever. If we would have been as good together as I suspect. Too late now to know, so I shush the voice and keep moving towards tomorrow, trying not to close down, to stay open to the chance of something better.