Sometimes I feel bad for wanting to ruin your life with thoughts of me.
But then I remember how you ruined mine.
Did you even try to?
Do you do this to every girl you talk to?
Or was I just special?
Did you really love me?
If I would have accepted the truth earlier, would we still be talking?
Would we be trying to make things work as a couple?
Even from 6,000 kilometers away?
Or is this just a false pretense that I came up with?
Is it my hopes and dreams telling me this?
Is it just wishful thinking?
I believe I was truly in love with you.
You claim you were in love with me.
What made you stop?
I wish you wouldn't have.
I hope it was hard.
I hope your thoughts were constantly filled of me.
Because that's what you did to me.
