Imagining is like to grasp something when you have nothing. But it feel so surreal, you forget to let it go, even though its nonexistent. Maybe tomorrow i'll wake up. Or it could be never. Im just waiting for this hand to open itself.
It was naive for me to think that she is coming back to me. She was never intending to do that.
All she want was just using me.
Which is fine by me, but not if you just go away again like the last time
This was the weirdest feelings i ever had.
Angry? It's not because i'm calm right now.
Jealousy? Yes, but it's not the full picture.
Sad? Maybe, but it's not like im crying