You are my history

I walked along the beach, leaving footprints cold and bare. How can i enjoy the sunset when there's no one here to share? There used to be a pair of footprints next to mine but they got washed away with waves and the shifting sands of time. All i can do now is remember how things were. The good times, not the bad. All i know now is we used to be friends, until i was not good enough for you anymore. I'm leaving. Not because i stopped caring but you stopped being a friend. 

Till we meet again someday. Someday i do not know when. Someday that time will tell.