The Road not Taken

I always dream of
Telling you those unsaid words
Half a decade back in time:

A boy, too arrogant, too sure of himself
Unable to recognize the pearl he can pick;
A girl, too chaste, too shy for her own good
Unable to break out of self-imposed shackles.
Their paths crossed repeatedly
Yet never in the way it was meant to be
Till the tide of time drifted them apart
And the unvoiced words became a mockery unto themselves.

I try to forget her, yet in nights like this
I find myself imagining a fairytale that could have been,
Of an unreal past that never was.