And I saw him again
And then I saw him again in a party. His friends looked at me. But we did like if we weren’t in the same place. He “didn’t see” me, I couldn’t look directly to him. And then I met a nice guy but my mind wasn’t with him. Neither my heart. And with my friends we went out of the place. And he was there. He just said “hi, have you been here all the time?”. Why we started to speak? Even my friend said it was weird the way we looked so exciting speaking with the other, holdings hands. But then he left, again. Dissapeared. Because he always let me there, seeing him go away. Because he couldn’t lose his train. But he never was afraid to lose me. And I stayed there feeling empty. Because that’s the way he always makes me feel.
And I asked myself if he saw me kissed the other guy. If it hurts. Because I am trying so hard to move on…









