you would probably never read this, and even if you do, you probably would never know these words are for you.
i practised my speech often, about what to say when i finally meet you. but we all know there are some things which are futile. i was nervous, perhaps it was guilty conscience.
it took a single drunken night to set us on the right path. i dont know exactly why looking in the same direction means so much to me, maybe because we once had something in common, the one thing which mattered the whole word to us at almost the same time.
i would like to tell you so many things. in life, there are some cryings you do alone, and some you share with others. but i will hold back, because i made a choice never to turn around anymore, and even if i do, it will be a private temporary moment.
perhaps i was overimagining things, but when we spoke that night, there were times when i thought i saw your eyes soften because you understood. i wanted to explain so much more, in detail, but i didnt, because there was no point anymore.
i dont know why i'm writing this. but i really wanted to say something, and if i cant say exactly how i feel, i'd like to say it this way. and if i cant tell you, i'd like to say it here.
sometimes when we meet, i look at you, and i wish we could talk. but even if given the chance, i would be at a loss for words.
we both got lucky once. we both didnt know how to treasure. and we threw it all away.