There are no boundaries or walls that can be tumbled down. You left me full of nonsense words and rage. Here, now... some metaphors and images have destroyed all my dreamy thoughts about you. There are no reasons or refunds in this endless discussion; you love and care in a certain way... I love and care in the way you don't expect, and the other way around.
However, we are still in the same place where we were when we met each other: we swing back and forth. No one wants to jeopardize feelings, no one wants to be broken and feel in misery. And we are still there.... trying to get the final answer from the other one.
But you must know that there's no way you can stop me from remembering you in every single song; I often wonder if you are right; I really want to hear from you the stories that you sometimes need to tell.
Nonetheless, everything is going nowhere and it is not worth it. You were right in every single sense: what I confessed is not as strong enough as you deserve. I can't help it. Now, you mean bitterness to me. (I am still thinking you were getting ready for those words full of emptiness throughout these days).
These have been tough days. We have seen each other fighting to achieve things that, in the end, make us feel excited, sad, embarrassed, or really depressed about life. That is the real "us": loving farewells.
We have promised we can count on each other whenever someone feels sad or has no idea what to do with anything... We were clear on that.
In the end, there is another confession: we're too young to stick to our vows, be strong enough, and keep our promises. Our story isn't about love, although we fall in love every time we think about it. Sometimes, it is not that hard to do so; we do it as we have been so engaged in each other's happiness.
However, we also have talked and argued lots of things about ourselves... we've been getting upset about the other's failures, about our own mistakes and misunderstandings, and we've been waiting for those short chit-chat times to make ourselves clearer and honest.... sometimes it happened, sometimes it didn't.
Now, right here I am still waiting for you... chasing the shadow of that old love that picked us up when we were nothing else than strangers... ghosts of wasted words and midnight songs.
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