I only call you when it's half past five, the only time I'd ever call you mine.

You held my hand and kissed my lips. Told me you loved me. Said I have the prettiest smile you have ever seen. 

Then you left. Without a word. You let my hand go, finished the last kiss, stood up and went out of my life. 

And I am sitting here, alone with all those memories you gave me.

Wishing desperately for you to come back. 

But it will never happen. I know that. The only thing you left me, is the fear of commitment.