Hello from the other side,
I must have called a thousand times
Starting in the middle fits, because there was no real beginning,
no actual end
There was years of not knowing, followed by years of imagining,
and now, years later
more of the same
What is left is an accumulation of both what I remember and what I forgot,
what she remembers and ten thousand questions still unanswered
The past, obscured by my poor memory, is as gray as the future
both imagined and feared
It is not possible her recollections are similar
I bet she didn't even keep track of all the calls I didn't make
At least I can say that I've tried
lyrics in italics- Adele