Maybe
it would have been better
for the both of us
if that November night
we had remained
two strangers for each other.

Maybe
it would have been better
if you had remained
just an annoying guy
in a pair of blue jeans
and a black t-shirt,
who I thought
I would never see again.

And maybe
it would have been better
if I
would have remained
just a fun girl
smiling on the outside,
while I was dying on the inside.