You make your first move...
I started to let you in.
Day by day, I'm feeling the connection. I kinda like it.
Like what I always did, I made an appearance. But soon, I have to bid farewell.
Day by day, it seems positive. But week by week, it seems to be negative more.
You backed off. You withdrew yourself from the match.
Said not ready, you apologized. It takes you two weeks to sort out my questions.
You don't know how big impact you have created.
To be honest, every time seeing something new from you, I feel angry. Till now.
I hate myself for being humbled to you. For having the faith I have in you.
I wish my brain were a memory card so I could just burn the file I have created for you.
Alt+shift+delete
Your existence, and ignorance, and extinction; they are slowly stabbing me.each.time.i.reminded.of.you.
To make you feel better, I said I'm cool.
Cool.
Shit.
