She was warming up with a cup of hot chocolate when she remembered that around this time last year, she said "never". She never asked you to look her way. 

She's not harsh, She's strong. She has learned her lessons the hard way. 

She remembers those she left behind, they follow her like a shadow wherever She goes.

Don't you see how hard it is? 

She give chances. She does. 

But she also leaves when she has no other choice. 

Now you come knocking on her door for the third time, looking for that face you love, but she's not there. 

She chose not to be there. And that's something you will never understand. That's something she could only explain to herself, her choices. Her reasons. Her mistakes. 

You're still building your bridge to meet her halfway, while she's still building walls to protect you from her. 

It's not that She's bad or something's wrong with her, she's not that kind of person that will hide behind an "it's not you, it's me." Because she's not a coward, she's not running away from you, it's the total opposite.. This is just not our time.