I can feel tears rolling down my cheeks one by one as I lay down on my bed - I think of how I could make my way through the crowd to him to say hello, but he probably won't ever do that to me.
I felt my tears slide down my face as I began to recall how we first met in that place 6 years ago. You were my first Romeo, and until now you were the only one. It was a love story, but no longer..
Why "Romeo"? Because it was love - my first experience with the feeling "love"..And only you were the one with whom I could feel it. No one else...There was no one else..
Romeo sounds cheesy - but there's no other way I can describe it because you were really my first.
Why do tears well up in my eyes whenever I think of what happened, of us, of you, and of myself? I have no more feelings for you - but I'm still crying sometimes..
I want to see you - because I want to know the next chapter of our story - will it be the end of the book, or a reconcilation...or a acknowledgement?...
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