"When I was still missing you..."Now, here I am; right where we started. Missing you again. More alone than ever. 'Cause it was never enough the selfishness in ourselves. The goddamn faith we never had in ourselves. The fact that we never believed; the fact that we were never enough.
I wish I didn't care at all. I wish I could just erase every single part... But I can't, and it's still hurting yet. I still miss so many things. The saddest part is to cry over the happy moments we had.
Yet there's something I hate about all this... and it is that you couldn't have the happiest times or even the funniest ones, with me. I guess I wasn't that interesting. I wasn't that worth it.
Then, when I told you I wasn't ready for all this crap to keep going, you left. Which makes me think you never cared at all. Because if you did care, you could at least ask for a reason (Even if you knew it. Even if you knew there were a bunch of them.) But no, you just runned away as always. And I wasn't able to explain my reasons.
And now I'm just sitting here. Drifting nowhere.
Waiting for impossible things to happen.
