You know that feeling when you are running and you try to move your legs to move faster but it feels like slow motion. Like you legs refuse to move faster. It refuses you to run away. That happened not that long ago.

I ran away from him.
No looking back and didn't feel the need to get one more glance at him.
I didn't want to see the tears in his eyes.
I didn't want him to see the shame in mine.
I didn't want him to see the regret.
I didn't want him to see how much I wanted to stay.

There are days when I go back to that day and feel all the emotions I felt that day, the day I left you.
I remembered that I promised that I wouldn't leave you because I knew the feeling of abandonment. I never wanted you to know how that felt too.

The pain my father gave me, did I gave you.
Fear made me leave you.
I let fear take over.
How stupid is that?

I never wanted to hurt you but I did and I can't go back and time and change it. But if I could I would do it.
If I could take away the pain in your eyes, I would.
If I could take away the tears, I would.
If I could take back my words, I would.

If I could take back my love for you, I wouldn't.