I never miss the way you attempt to hide the sadness in your voice when you speak out your regrets. Or how you say how stupid are for missing those chances. And how happy you sound while telling all those 80s and 90s extravaganzas that you had. How bright your eyes used to be everytime I look through your old photographs. You were happy.
I used to think that my weird fascination over 80s and 90s were just driven by the fact that I think Judd Nelson was hot. Or just because I accidentally clicked Sweet Caroline on YouTube. And how I love to dig up your old clothes and stuff. But now I think it's more than that.
It must be the universe's way of relieving your lost days through me. That my soul is somehow connected to the last two decades of the 20th century. It hurts me that you regret those days that much.
I never begged so much in my entire life, but I'd do everything to give those days back to you.
I'd give up my existence for you.
