I've never felt that, and I still don't know how to qualify it.
After several months waiting, I still think about it.
Ten days would have been enough…
We hurt each other for nothing.
I hurt myself for nothing.
And yet, I still think about it as strongly, as bitterly and as painfully.
I still think about what we've been, about the time we've had.
It still hurts to think about it.
I still look for why we didn't match and that, from the beginning. I still wonder why I continued, why I persisted, why I ran after you, after something that didn't mean anything, that didn't even exist.
I'd like to stop thinking about it, to stop thinking for nothing, alone, to stop maintaining a connection that was never established.
Ten days would have been enough…
If I had stopped there, I might have forgotten you by now…
I'll never know what I should have done or said.
All I know about you are my memories.