I thought you were never going to disappear.
Again…
I thought you loved me too;
At least in some weird way.
I thought we were meant to be.
We were,
If only for a moment.
We needed each other.
Guess we don’t anymore.
Or do we?
I guess I’ll never know
Or will I?
The choice is yours.
I’ll always love you.
But I’m tired of always being the one
To reach out,
To miss you,
To think about us
If there ever was an us
Perhaps you were a figment of my imagination all along
Never really real.
Is anything?
