isn’t it pathetic how i still dream about you every now and then? picture your face and implant it in my brain. isn’t it sad how i still, until this very day, keep replaying moments, how i’m recollecting memories, which only make me cry? isn’t it ridiculous how my eyes still light up when i notice your name somewhere on a sign outside and how the thought of your presence still warms my heart? it’s stupid, it truly is. because you remain nothing but a memory, nothing but an illusion. you could never truly love me, you only pretended you did. and it hurts, it will always hurt. because for me, for me it was only you, you were all i saw. but you were afraid to take risks. you didn’t want to put effort in us. you worried about the miles and the timing. although deep inside, i knew you loved me. i just knew. but reality made you choose the simple road. i do blame you, still.