A Bad Case of Nostalgia

We met on February the twelfth, (1998), smitten by her, that was I But then myself I thought it was fate, once bittern, now twice as shy It was a strange situation as we had met in unusual circumstances She too dealing with depression, yet I couldn’t ignore her advances She was my girlfriend, yeah my love, someone I wanted to marry But in the end, I'd ask was I really good enough to make her happy? And because of what love brings, the relationship I tried to rekindle But gave up trying to fix things, at times I ask was I better off single? If we'd first befriended ,but guess fools rush in, could I say it any louder Was it not intended, now where to begin with this bad case of nostalgia Now a decade ago thinking of every moment we'd share, and every kiss I'm starting to fade into obscurity, thinking of us back there, I reminisce And my thoughts numb, so many memories over played of her and I Here I now am just sitting on my bum, as the parade passes me by Was I simply misunderstood?, I mean can I really say it any louder? It's no good, because right now it feels like a bad case of nostalgia Written (2005) this is part two/ a follow up to worlds apart(1998) About someone who I was very much in love with This just giving a little more insight trying to put so much in to four verses but keep a pattern was going to strip apart rewrite tough thought leave as is because this i wrote as words came to me at time though their were two extra lines i took out which were....................... iLL HEALTH NOT FEELING SO GREAT BUT WHAT iVE WRIITEN EXPLAINS WHY THINKING SHE WAS MY DESTINATION I TOOK MY CHANCES