To think that I wrote to you when you were never mine.

Until now I thought that we were meant for each other, until now I realize that it was never like this and until now I get to see that you only used me.

I hope you had fun.

I alway[s] wondered why the illusions get to me so fast.

Why I give love to anyone and I fall in love without thinking, why whenever I told you I love you, I believed your "Me too".

And until now I realize that I was an idiot.

That I am an idio[t].

For the simple act of falling in love with you, for the simple act of falling in love alone.

"All my friends tell me that I should continue, but I am sinking into you."

Plunging into your thoughts, sinking into the insomnia that you cause d[a]y by day.

Or I just miss you.
Although I guess you already know.

Likewise, it doesn't do any good if you know it if you can't do an[y]thing about it.