huhsinokaba

I hate being awake at midnight,
          Because it is the time that we always spent together,
          And is the time that I think of you the most,
          It's not that I hate thinking of you
          It's that I hate the feeling of missing you
          
          Missing you comes along with the thoughts of wanting you back,
          Wanting us back,
          Wanting your comfort,
          Your enigmatic love,
          You.

Maybe we'll meet again, but as strangers.
          
          
          Without feelings.
          
          
          Without doubt in our hearts.
          
          
          Without bitterness about the past we once shared.
          
          
          As strangers. As someone else's home. As us, without actually having us. 
          
          
          

Of course that hurts a lot.

in the right time, we will finally look at each other's eyes without doubt in our hearts