you could call it poetry

p o s s i b i l i t i e s

If I left you a voice mail, this would be it (inspired by Shinji Moon) -

It has been some time, hasn't it? So much time one might think my heart would've forgotten you, but there's still the memory of your scent somewhere hidden inside of me.

And, yes, it's not fair of me calling you after shutting you out completely, but yesterday I was looking at the stars and I wanted to cry because, because, well I remembered those days sitting by the window with you, inhaling that clear, spicy air of an early autumn night, counting the stars, and I wanted you to know that I miss it. Miss you. Yes, even after what you've done to me.

God, I don't even know what to tell you anymore. I want to let you go so badly, and now that you've given up contacting me I thought it would be easy. There are days when I'm telling myself that you aren't worth it. For not loving me. For not staying.
But I still hate what we've become.

I guess I wanted to tell you goodbye. As I didn't do it that day, I'll do it now. Our days were counted, but they still were beautiful.

Thank you. For everything. Even for fucking another girl without ever telling me the slightest thing.