You smiled at me as I walked you home. 

You held my hand as if I was your one and only.

I liked that, thinking about you and me. 

Maybe someday destiny would let us be together. 

As we walked up to your house we saw him. 

Drunkenly he pounded on the door, demanding someone to open. 

I saw how you looked at him, afraid to move closer.

I took your hand and started to run.