Looking into each-other's eyes, we can see the traces of the untold. Did you love me? Have I loved you?  I'm still hiding in the back of your mind and running away won't help you.
Come closer, let's heal those scars, let's save the last glimpse of our "could be".
Let's start again so we can end it properly.
With a fight and some hard words.
This can't be worse than leaving with no words at all, I promise.