Hoping that...

Well.. It is a bright Sunday morning.. And when I woke up from my sleep.. A flashed back pictures.. Your smile.. You staring at me at different ways.. And the other way around.. Me and you chatting with each other.. Commenting on each other.. And sometimes I could hardly breathe.. I was terrified.. I was hoping.. I wasn't the wrong thing.. I wasn't the one who started talking bad... But it's you..

(Let's take a break..)I just can't help myself.. And nowadays I could very hardly become myself.. I've changed a lot.. But you wouldn't mind listening to me.. You wouldn't mind looking at me.. And it hurts me.. And these questions never leave me... "how are you doing" "Are you fine and satisfied without my disturbance""I know I am just a useless piece of junk in your two eyes " "And I am here plain.. Without anyone in my heart.. Since u left.." And I've been swearing to myself not to love someone else anymore.. This is what I hope...:
(Well I am talking too big..)But then this is the impossible thing that a man can do.. Anyway.. That's every single thing I always wanted to tell you.. That's all.. It's just like a kind of goodbye or whatever it is..