Ivannia

I’m sitting here, thinking about everything. And suddenly I feel my eyes begin to fill with frustrated tears which I angrily wipe away, because the one thing I’ve always said to myself is to never ever cry over you.

But then I realize that I’m not crying over you – I’m crying over all the opportunities I missed to tell you how I feel. There were so many of them and you kept serving me them, but I let them pass. So many nights we spent looking into each others eyes and not saying anything; so many times when you’ve called me 3AM in the morning just to chat, so many times you and I were alone and you looked at me like you had something to say. I never met you halfway. I didn’t like the strong hold you had over me.

What a fucking moron I was. There are just no words for this.

Om det överhuvudtaget är någon som undrar - ledsen för dålig uppdatering, minst sagt. Men känns som att jag bara upprepar mig. Hursomhelst så har ingenting förändrats så hur mycket finns det att skriva om, egentligen.