You don’t remember, but I do. I always do, although I’ve always tried not to do it. I remember every breath we took, every move we made. But we’re not supposed to be friends. We never were. We were one for some months, but after that it all comes back for bad.
I wasn’t able to love someone after you. After the time I spent with you. That was 3 years ago, you know? I never wasn’t able to kiss a girl, or sleep next to one. And yeah. Sometimes, I’m fucking lonesome.
After all these months with you, I thought I would know, what I’ve done wrong. But again and again, I’m making the same mistakes. Creating problems, which wouldn’t be important. Making everything so difficult.
It will be awesome, when I find love again. I would be a complete different person. I wouldn’t be me again. And yeah. That would be great.
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