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You hurt me. Sometimes I don’t know if you even realised that. Then I figure that either way you probably don’t care.
I try not to either.
But I miss you.
Planning for the future. It feels strange, cold. Knowing that time will take me away from you, it forces me to move on.
I picture it, five years from now, where I could be. And where you’ll be. Who can say? Maybe I’ll look back fondly, seeing what we had, not what I lost. The kind of beauty in the melancholy for the days that slipped away. Bittersweet.
And I’ll miss you.
I try not to either.
But I miss you.
Planning for the future. It feels strange, cold. Knowing that time will take me away from you, it forces me to move on.
I picture it, five years from now, where I could be. And where you’ll be. Who can say? Maybe I’ll look back fondly, seeing what we had, not what I lost. The kind of beauty in the melancholy for the days that slipped away. Bittersweet.
And I’ll miss you.
A bit of both, start with something, it changes into somehting else...
Good. Is it based on anything, or just something made up?
Nice.
My first post here for a little while. Been trying to avoid the news lately, I can't change it and it just gets me down. So that's meant avoiding the forum. But I felt contented with that one. So I thought I'd stop by to post it, in case anyone's interested.
You hurt me. Sometimes I don’t know if you even realised that. Then I figure that either way you probably don’t care.
I try not to either.
But I miss you.
Planning for the future. It feels strange, cold. Knowing that time will take me away from you, it forces me to move on.
I picture it, five years from now, where I could be. And where you’ll be. Who can say? Maybe I’ll look back fondly, seeing what we had, not what I lost. The kind of beauty in the melancholy for the days that slipped away. Bittersweet.
And I’ll miss you.
I try not to either.
But I miss you.
Planning for the future. It feels strange, cold. Knowing that time will take me away from you, it forces me to move on.
I picture it, five years from now, where I could be. And where you’ll be. Who can say? Maybe I’ll look back fondly, seeing what we had, not what I lost. The kind of beauty in the melancholy for the days that slipped away. Bittersweet.
And I’ll miss you.