Ever since I left your house I have been thinking about you. I wonder if you think about me as well? I know I said I won't bother you again but I can't help but think how amazing you are and how I lost you even before I had you. I've started to realise why women don't show their feelings. Telling you that I like you only pushed you away. It has been awhile since I liked someone so much it brought me to tears. Each time I think about you, I'll think about what could we have been. For if i realise it wasn't possible in the very first place, I would become a crippling mess. I wish to see you. I wish to see you again and again. But I know you won't text me or call. And all I can think of is that am I the only one replaying our memories in my head or do you do it as well. I hope I cross your mind at least once. I hope you see me again. I will hope until this candle burns out and the flame falls asleep again.