i browsed through your profile pictures today,and i must say that youre a fine man.
i admit i had forgotten why i used to love you so incredibly much...
i also admit that i was better off that way.
forgetting is great.
i want to go to London again.
or just see your face one more time
and see your fake smile
and also listen to the sound of your voice while commenting on my shoes.
would you recognise me if you saw me walking down the street?
i hope not.
i hope i've changed enough so as not to resemble that girl you once met.
that small,foolish teenager,who didnt know a thing about music,fashion,style...
the only thing she knew how to do right was to write depressing poems and fall in love.
oh,and cry.for hours.
not that i've changed a lot,really
its just that i feel that now i can stand on my own two feet and that i can manage not getting intimidated by your immense coolness.
thats all.
can you imagine it,though?
it's been 3 years and i still miss you.
i still reminisce those two weeks we spent together.
i would still turn back time to relive those weeks,even if that would mean that i'd have to relive the 3 worst years of my life,too.
i would still abandon everyone,just to be with you.
but shhhh
lets not say this out loud
because i'm trying to move on.
just trying ....
