the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let go - at least
i thought it was. but in every boy i met in the last years,
i found myself looking for you, and when the feelings go too strong i'd
write you another letter. but i never send them, in fear of what i might find.
by then, you'd gone on with your life and i didn't want to think
about you loving someone else. i wanted to remember us like we were that summer.
i didn't want to ever forget that.
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