Linger.

And there she was writing about some guy...

when I could have been the one she was writing about.

I'm not jealous. I'm not. But a part of me still lingers on the what-could-have-beens...

Had it been different, had it been not the same as what had transpired, would she have written something about me the way she she had written about this guy?

Would she? Would she? I guess we'll never know.