But then. I didn't get to see you. And it just kept me thinking.
What did you feel when you couldn't find my familiar shadow anywhere? What did you feel when you see everything in the field was torn down? Did you walk around, trying to look for me? Did you ask anyone at all, about me?
Nobody said a thing though. Oh well.
Everyday from the second I stepped out of my car, I prayed to God - please let it be you the one who's walking behind me. And I turned behind, no (obviously) it's not you. Everyday I had to face this kind of disappointing feeling hitting me again and again.
I guess I'm just not that good in this thing they called, love. And to love somebody in order to be loved, doesn't seemed to work on me anymore. Ah. What am I talking about. See, I'm all messed up now.
"What if he doesn't pick me?"
"Oh don't worry, I mean like, my partner would never be coming back anyway."
