After that we didn't talk.
We werent the same.
We were missing.
When ever i did talk to you,
we both ended up depressed.
So i stayed away.
It was hard.
Once i started talking to you again,
you liked other girls.
You talked to me about your relationship problems.
You were always so sad.
You tortured your head with ideas that you'd never be happy.
You'd never find the one to hold.
The one to love.
I felt guilty.
i could never help you in the way you deserved.
I just made it worse.
