hope is a thing with...red hair?

i've only just met you;
him, i've known for years.
you make me laugh easily,
he's seen all my tears.
this might not go anywhere,
but i don't mind.
it's really all over,
i'm starting to find.

what i like most about you
is the hope that you give;
you remind me that my life
isn't even half-lived.
there's so much more out there
than what i know now;
deep down i've known that,
but you show me how

to embrace what's to come
and move on from the past;
even the best things
don't always last.
and you don't even know
the hope that you gave.
you probably won't,
and that's okay.