I’ve committed reverse-inspiration. I answered the following question from ttimshel with a song:
Hypothetically speaking,
if you only had one opportunity to tell someone you loved them before they moved away, would you? if it meant jeopardizing your friendship, putting your real feelings out there, being exposed of the risks involved - they either accept or decline - would you do it?
i am not in this situation but if i were, let’s just say, i wouldn’t know what to do. what would you do
Worth the risk
I played out the scene
a hundred times in my mind;
I got up the courage to tell you
I wish you were mine.
But you left on that train,
and I haven’t heard from you since.
Now everyone asks,
“Was it worth losing a friend?”
I say I have no regrets,
and if I could, I’d tell you again.
Love is a reward that’s worth the risk,
a gamble I’ll take again, and again, and again.
When you didn’t say, “I’ll stay,”
I felt the pain on my face,
but my heart started healing
the moment you stepped on that train.
Better to put you to rest
than never know.
A life of “coulda been”
will rot a soul.
I say I have no regrets,
and if I could, I’d tell you again.
Love is a reward that’s worth the risk,
a gamble I’ll take again, and again, and again.
The only way we control
the way our story unfolds
is to be all in with our chips
on love’s risk.
