I still look at your pictures
Because it’s the only way
To lock eyes with you again
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I still look at your pictures
Because it’s the only way
To lock eyes with you again
It’s so strange, I feel that without you
It’s harder to be me.
Are we friends, are we lovers? Can we try to understand what we are?
You are not even aware
That I care
Will we ever talk again? I don’t want meaningless conversations, I crave for one of those talks of ours, where we share something about our life and families, our daily rutines and dreams and feelings. One of those real talks where you feel a connection.
I wanto to talk to you. Talking with you is so unique I’m aching for it. Your humor, your wit, your flirting. You make every conversation seem so special.
Is it love or just obsession?
I’ll come to see you.
Do you remember when you said it to me?
Tonight I’ve just got so many thoughts about you, mostly sad. Maybe I should just go to bed and sleep over them, hug the pillow and pretend it’s you.
I want to be your true friend and your only lover. Not because I’m jealous, but because I want to be special for you. I just want to share all I have with you and go deeper than I can.
I want to talk to you, so much. I miss you
When will I be happy again?, I ask myself.
When your happiness will stop depending on him, I say to myself.
Be with me, always.
Be with me in my mind, in my spirit.
I can’t have your real presence.
Even seeing you with someone is better than not seeing you at all. I look at the picture: you smile with her. But I try not to think you’re with her; I just see your smile. Hope you’re fine.
I’ve made a fool of myself enough. Time to let you go. You can ignore me, my heart won’t stop longing for you. I owe me some self-respect; I go on with my life, but you still hold a piece of it.
Should I believe you when you show up in my dreams? All the things you say to me, the messages you leave, is that the real you talking to me?
I try to go out on a date with someone, but then I think of you.