Let me talk to you. Should we forget she exists, for a minute? You couldn’t do that, she fills your head, like I wish I could. We have a certain vibe though, you can see that, can’t you? Let me talk to you, I like having you around. I laugh a little more when you’re here. Do I sound desperate yet? Do you know? I want to kiss you. I don’t want to keep wishing you are real. What I see is not a dream or a wish I want so bad that I tricked myself into believing it is real.
From my side there is something here, I don’t know how it is for you. But ‘it’ wasn’t or isn’t enough, or you don’t realize ‘it’. She is thinner, prettier, mabye it is easier with her.
Or you just don’t like me like that.
But let me talk to you, let me tell you something.
I don’t think I miss you. You are an unanswered maybe. A ‘what could have been’. A ‘what if’, that I have never pursued. I am too late now.
But maybe that is fine. Maybe a little mystery does not harm anyone, at all.
Let’s not talk about it,
Let me talk to someone else.