Sometimes I wonder,
The times we would've been together.

I picture you and I,
On Sundays by the beach in the cold weather.

I imagine us,
Stargazing at night with me in your arms tighter.


But I waited and waited.
Every inch of every hour,
On steps to your front door,
In portraits I drew of you,
On benches we sat in parks,
At classes we used to have,
Through wretchedly rainy days,
Under my blankets late at night,
In my sleepless nights of dreams,
Right to the places you've sang to me,
Left to the days you were still with me.


But you left.
You were gone.
You were never coming back.
Because I watch you lay there,
With your hands so still,
buried underground.

Little things* which means nothing to you,
don't you know that it means a lot to me?
Just a simple "Hi." from you,
a simple text message, even if I know that you sent it to others too,
Your gestures, even if it's just a simple one,
don't you know how it makes me smile?
How it makes my heart skip a beat.
Little things that you've done has its big effect on me,
too bad, I'm the only one who likes  the feeling,
the only one who appreciate those little things,
because it's normal to you,
it's your everyday gestures from different girls,
it's your way to make them fall for you
Little things to me means *nothing to you