What is this empty feeling again inside me?
Ahh...it's you again.
Yes, you come to mind from time to time.
At that time in the past...I could swore I don't but...
now every new thought makes me doubt.
Is it possible I really loved you?
Naaaah but I knew this could never work.
The past me is more clever than present me.
I wish I could skip these 10 years.
I wish to know some things already and maybe...
this wouldn't be happening.
You are kind of close, yet a whole life away...
from the moment I fucked up.
The worst part is...I knew this life. Your life.
And I loved it.
And I didn't even fucking realize!
I wanted to know it more but...
you fucked up...
because you didn't ask, you didn't stay.
A year will soon go by.
Is it possible I still love you?
I definatelly still miss you.
I keep looking for the signs of...
something from you.
Something stronger than one like on social media.
Or a fake smile...
because you don't want it to be awkward.
But every day through pain...
common sense is telling me,
that I should just forget it cause...
You don't care.
So the odds are not in my favour,
what a surprise.
I want to say you something in person.
The chances for that are low.
So I might just as well say it here.
It doesn't matter anymore.
I am sorry.