I wanted to start something small with her.
Some lasting conversation with nothing in between.
A long drawn out process with nothing of missed opportunities
or fantastic feelings
but with the two of us just speaking.
I figured it would be easy.
but you never responded
And I was stuck with myself again.
Introvert as i am, i loose myself
Go against my own rules
think of the missed and the lost with no remorse
But where was I?
what i searched for was the thing that started us.
and i call her my lost.
unimportant for me to do so.
She means nothing to me. And I mean it.
Hell, our whole thing is meant to be easy.
Lies.
but I love to think it is.