He doesn’t know,
He doesn’t know how much I miss him.
How much I’m hopelessly trying to forget how he made me laugh.
How much I’m trying to ignore the memories that are floating In the back of my mind like a galaxy.
He doesn’t know,
He doesn’t know that I’ve been trying to feel something, anything for a long time.
And in that galaxy I floated with the memories and I felt something, everything.
He doesn’t know,
He doesn’t know that I remember every single time he made me laugh.
Every single fight we had.
Every single hello — and every goodbye.
He doesn’t know,
He doesn’t know that all those goodbyes we made are nothing.
Because we would remember.
We would always live in that pain of remembering.
He doesn’t know,
He doesn’t know that I ran away because I was too scared to let go.
That letting go Is a part of my sadness.
He doesn’t know,
He doesn’t know that he was the only person who was able to break me free.
He doesn’t know that breaking free is the only freedom I ever had.
He knows,
He knows that I more than love him
I’m In love with him.