I hate it when after so long of waiting, so much agony and so deep a wound etched, you come back like nothing happened, and we realize once again that we did it because of misunderstandings.
And I hate it, to know that we still care about each other after so many mistakes and time wasted.
I hate it, when we try to act like we are friends, and pretend that even if we're not, we could be. We've never been, and it's really hard to be. Why did you first not talk to me? Because you know you want a new life, and that new life is impossible with me as a friend.
I hate it even more, to know that the feeling's not faded; not a bit.
And I hate it most, to know that every thing is impossible, and there's nothing we can do.
I don't wanna act anymore like I don't care. I do. I swear. But I don't know why I do. I shouldn't, I mustn't. But yes, I did. And I'm sure we're both now lost and confused. At least, yes, on my part.
What are we to do now? Where are we gonna move on to from now on?
I wanted to move away from you, and I know you too. We were both, for the past few months, determined to do just that. But somehow, we both don't feel like that anymore. We're stuck, we're stupefied.
