I texted you because I wished to have a conversation with you. A conversation which would last overnight until the morning, that kind of conversation is what I wished for. I texted you because I want to know if you still care, and I want you to know that I still do.
I did abandon my pride, for you, just for you.
But what did I get?
Disappointment? More than that.
Maybe I just wished too far, dreamed too much that I thought that things will still be the same with us, I never know that you’ve already moved on from our ‘nothingness’.
And I really can’t believe I am actually writing this, I don’t know why, I just knew that it would help me. I don’t know how.
I don’t have any idea.
And I never really thought that I’d lose you.