I am? I was?

If i could be in front of the mirror,
i will ask to him again and again the same old question i used to ask... What i am?
 
But in all this time i never listen an answer...
so in order to help the interlocutor i will try to explain the most things i used to feel
 
I am that one... the one than when u met her... feel a confidence
as we knowed each other from thousand years before
Im the one so easy to met and so hard to understand
the one to easy to be with... so hard to resist
im the one that use to stay at the same place u found her..
imthe one that in ur leaving will wish u good luck
and the one that will keep u always in her prays
im the one who will keep ur pain and your story in her secret side of heart
im the one who can give tears about you each time she reminds your being
im the one who shared her time for smiles and laugh
and the one that sometimescan make u sign a smile while u remind her
im the memory of a far moment
im the memory of the instant of doubt
im the memory of a could
but im the one that cant be choosed
im the never selected
im that one... the one... im that way... in fact
i dont know yet... what i am?