Maybe it was just a high-school romance.
Maybe this had to happen.
Maybe we were never meant to be together forever.
Maybe it was just the magic of first love.
Maybe this was always supposed to be temporary.
Maybe we had to break-up because of the distance.
Maybe you don’t love me anymore.
Maybe it’s for the best.
Maybe I’ll fall in love again.
Maybe we had to break up.
Maybe its over.
And maybe, maybe, just maybe, it isn’t.
The many million maybes strung together.
Yeah, that’s what I like to call hope.