A broken heart's letter

She smiles like I've never seen that part of the world before,
 anyone before
Her laughter, jokes, body movement, ooh my god!, her face
Everything about her seems to be the first and the last I think of when I sleep, even when I wake.
I could easily guess what she's saying at this exact moment, words she likes to say, favorite tv show, sport.
And every time when I'm with her it feels like
I could spend the rest of my life in the middle of the conversation, because she says one thing and I say the other, and it's a perfect storm
Hands I forgot to ask for her number the first day I spoke to her
I forgot her name,
I forgot where she lives
Hell!
I might even have forgot my own name at that particular moment.
And that's the good part about being in love, you forget and realize.
Realize that you are utterly stupid, realize you have a smile, a heart and you have never loved like this before, maybe never will.

So I later discovered that she didn't really love me as I did, as I thought
And that those went her real smiles
But eyes, eyes never lied
He had a car, he was working, I was far, both in distance and in love, not that either of them helped anyway.
So I looked at her, smiling and crying both at the same time
It was then, for the first time, that she really smiled, but she smiled at me with Petty, and never smiled again
I did not know I was too hard to love
Too tall to stand with, too stupid or too wise, maybe to much to have one
I learned how to smile alone
I learned how to sing along
I learned I was not the problem, not all the time
Yes, It was hard, to forgive myself for the decisions I made

So I told her to take care of herself out there, because it's a big bad world, full of ups and downs And people have a way of blinking, and missing the moment, the moment that could have changed their lives
I only hope that now she's happier