What If?

Years later, your words still resound - vibrating in my ears: “If I can't have the real thing, I guess I'll have to find someone like you" Repeating over and over…. But you had the real thing - me - and you threw me away for her. But what if? What if you had never strayed and I had never found out? what if our love was never callously tossed aside to doubt? Would I still lie awake, night after night? Would I still wonder if "someone like you” could actually have been me? Would I still wonder if our love ever had a real chance to be? Would your words still echo? (teasing my heart) And would these feelings I still have for you keep lingering? (…tearing me apart…) If “someone like you” was really me would I still be haunted by your memory? Because my conviction of “what if” Makes me wish I could find “someone like you” ….since I don't have the real thing….. …since I no longer have you.