I missed you.
The you who used to be you.
Was it you or me the one who changed you?
When I heard the door screeching, I'd thought it would be you who was the one standing at the entrance.
I shouldn't hope that much.
I wished you were right here now giving me a hug telling me "It's okay."
Too bad it doesn't seemed to be.
Arguments seemed to be pulling both of us away, making distance between us more visible.
When I looked back at your posts about last time, I guess I really do miss the feelings.
Where was it now?
Am I the one who don't feel it, or did you just stop giving?
The you who used to be you.
Was it you or me the one who changed you?
When I heard the door screeching, I'd thought it would be you who was the one standing at the entrance.
I shouldn't hope that much.
I wished you were right here now giving me a hug telling me "It's okay."
Too bad it doesn't seemed to be.
Arguments seemed to be pulling both of us away, making distance between us more visible.
When I looked back at your posts about last time, I guess I really do miss the feelings.
Where was it now?
Where is the belonging once you made me felt before?
Am I the one who don't feel it, or did you just stop giving?
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