Do not apologise for leaving; you never belonged to me.

I only hope that you will find yourself, losing me.


Déjà vu

You are like that one song that plunges me back to another place in the past, invoking a sensation all too familiar yet almost forgotten —

You remind me of being in love. 

I was told that I had fallen in love with you too quickly, too perilously easily. But they were wrong.

I have spent all my life loving a particular idea, only to find the reality in you.



You said you were sorry
Because you knew you hurt me.
Yes, you were right, and that’s easy.
But by how much, do you know?