Where

She didn't have an answer when he asked "what did I do wrong?" 

He just wasn't the one 

And that's what wasn't right 

She couldn't go on pretending 

But when her turn came, 

She felt like asking the same question

"what did I do wrong?"

Of course she wouldn't bring it up to him 

She understood that when messages weren't returned

It meant there was nothing there

She herself had done it so many times before

But then why did it hurt so much?

Because this time, she let herself have feelings 

Ones she didn't know were possible 

Does she regret having them?

Not at all

But she still wonders "what did I do wrong"

So as not to do it again 

And let her heart mend...

-Bionica