The incomplete story

This is an incomplete story,
Of the one that gets away,

She still runs all over my mind,
Making things difficult than they are,

She does not want to join me now,
But I have saved her some space on the ride,

The trip is fun, as unplanned it may be,
I am waiting for the right company to step on the accelerator,

The map is drawn, the stops are marked,
Her approval is awaited though.

The journey is long and tiring,
We might even get old on the way,

But that's the plan and am hoping she hops on,
Shhh..but don't tell her yet, she's still making up her mind!

The confusion remains...

What is it that happens every single time,
What is it that triggers this reaction,

It seems unfathomable to me,
It seems unrealistic to me,

The signs have all been leading,
Then why is the heart bleeding,

Not once did I turn back,
Nor did I move away a minute,

Yet, the feelings did not reach,
It didn't cross the border, it didn't breach,

Now as I wait for the tides to change,
I, also look at my former self,

Not much has remained the same,
Not much has changed,

I still go by the same name,
I still play the same game!