I tell myself I'm over it,
but when I close my eyes at night,
I still see your face,
just like i used to when you were right there in front of me.
And I'd say sorry if it will help, if I am certain,
it was what you always wanted to hear.
These days we haven't spoken span like an ocean between us,
each one pulling us away deeper.
My fury has mostly subsided,
but I'm worried my melancholy has not.
It adheres to the tips of my fingers,
coloring everything, I come into contact with.
And I hope you meet someone.
who is as important to you as you were to me.
I don't want you to feel lonely.
I don't want you to be depressed.
I simply want you to miss me. Just a little.
Not in a way that will hurt you.
Simply to remind you that things have changed.
Because I'm still angry, but I'm not nasty.
Because you have caused damage to me, but I myself have hurt you.
And I'm not going to ask you to return because it's not fair.
I made mistakes, but so did you,
and i know we can't go back to how we were.
I just want you to know I'm here.
I'm still here,
whether you need me in a month,
twelve years, or don't need me at all.
author: something i wrote for him when i did not saw him for a month:(