I never once thought I would cross that line,
that one about not liking co-workers.
Till the day you decided to move,
back to your home city.

It was your first day working,
under me, new fresh eyes.
We instantly became friends,
talking about things you couldn't even tell your fiance.

I became your best friend,
encouraging me to do my best.
Getting on to me when I slacked off,
I became a vent for all your fights.

Always inbetween the two of you,
each of you asking for advice.
Every answer ripped me in two,
I didn't realize it till it was almost too late.

Last day of work,
four months had passed, we were near inseperable.
The biggest fight you guys got into,
making your decision, deciding to leave.

You come into the office, like normal,
but this time you hand me your key.
You say your leaving, shocked,
I could only say that "I love you."

Being best friends is hard,
being lovers is even harder.
You just left on relationship,
you don't need another right now.

This I understand, but still can't be helped.

You say you love me too,
but is it the same kind of love.
We embrace on last time,
again I say it, but I just can't bring myself to kiss you.

You've told me that when you go back,
that you want me to go to.
But its so sudden,
I just don't know what to do.

I call you up, I tell you,
"I'll call you in a week, so you can get settled.
Then if you still want me out there,
I'll fly you back, and we can go together."

She agrees, and leaves,
hoping she still wants me to do.

You just never realize how much
you love someone,
till they're walking out your life.