I haven’t got enough words to describe how I feel. About you. Not anymore.
The thing is… I’ve got no idea how I feel. To be honest, I can’t say I like you anymore. A part of me will always love you, but I just can’t get myself to like you anymore. You’ve turned into a cold and careless person which I do not recognize.
I’m guessing that it’s normal, but you promised me that you wouldn’t leave my life. That you still wanted to be here for me. Where are you? I don’t even know you anymore. You’re not the kind and amazing person I fell for. Where have you sent the person that said the sweetest and most amazing things?
Where are you?
I think a saw a glimpse of that person today. When you blocked my view on purpose, and we laughed. Or when you handed me that rose because I hadn’t have had the time to buy one myself. And just the little glimpse made me confident that you were still in there somewhere. Just hidden deep, deep inside.
I won’t be around when you finally deside to come back, I know that. We’re over and done, and that’s ok. But, I do know that the person that’s around when you finally return, will, in my eyes, be the luckiest person in the world. I just hope you know that.
There’s so many things I’ve been wanting to tell you during the last 6 months, but now I’ve got nothing left to say to you. I’m out of words, but not yet completely out of feelings for you. I’ll never be, and that’s a fact. But, I’m kind of fine with that. You’re like a tattoo. I’ll never be able to get completely rid of you, and I wouldn’t want to. I’ll wear your tattoo with pride and remember all of the good times we spent and all the good things I learned from you…
So, in the end I’d just like to say; I still love you, but I can’t afford to care anymore.