Well you really know how to make me feel miserable.
Everyday, I wake up regretting all the things I didn’t do and say to you. You we’re my almost, and I lost the chance to be with you. Seeing you everyday is the hardest, because it’s the biggest slap I have to face every-damn-time she’s with you.
How I wish things didn’t go this way.
How I wish I knew what you felt for me.
It was hard for me too, to confess to you that time.
Because I got scared of what you will say.
Now I curse myself for being a coward.
I hope that she makes you happy, because that’s the only thing I can do now… to hope.
And it sucks because I know that hoping will only remind me of you… My “almost”.