I never stopped missing you ..
and i think that's shitty.
I remember thinking that you
were the greatest thing I'd
ever come in contact with.
but now I don't think much at all.
I hadn't expect you to have such an
impact on my life ..
my parents hated you,
just thought I'd throw that out there.
I understood why they hated you,
though I didn't like it;
I understood.
but I hadn't understood why you
began to blame everything on me.
it's like, you'd decided I wasn't worth
your time anymore.
and I took that into consideration;
I never really was worth your time.
I've been thinking lately (again)
and I have a
q u e s t i o n
for you,
was it worth it ?
was it worth it to know
that I wanted you
but I couldn't love you ?
was it worth it to leave me ..
