Torn between getting up, and giving up.
These memories are crippling.
The lack of closure is unbearable.
Trapped.
Thinking about the "what if's".
Lost.
Just hoping that you might come back, even just for a moment.
Stunned.
By the fact that all of this happened, and i never really knew what was going on.
Just hoping that one day, maybe we'll meet again.
You carry my heart in your pocket whether you know it or not.
It took me putting together the pieces of the past to figure out who had it myself.
But we live in different worlds.
You're nowhere to be found.
And the only way i know how to get my heart back is to make myself hate you.
But i can't.
Despite the lack of time we had together, and even though i couldn't see it at the time, you were the best thing that's ever happened to me.
You opened my eyes, and let my true colours shine.
If only we had more time.