No one knows what I feel about you.
I hide them inside me.
Your effect to me, scares me…
I can’t stop thinking of you…
And most of all I miss!
I don’t know why I am feeling this way. All I know is that every time I smell that perfume, I think of you. Every time I see a car same as yours, I think of you. And every time I check my phone, I always wish you left a message.
I miss you and I can’t stop reminiscing about the past. I hate myself for feeling this way. I hate myself for always thinking of you.
I wish I could do this to the past.