For all the things I've forseen,from all the memories I've been holding,
I don't deserve it. and there again, I've been wanting them. so bad.
the words come out of control. they also leave without a trace and god knows, they might be where they belong. whenever i open my mouth, I can only make noises. something really similar to what silence sounds like. I resented this once. or many times. Now I crave for it.
A couple of weeks ago, conversation that I should have had a couple of years ago.
you know what I was talking about. travelling time and not apologizing for the mistake i made. simply just wrapping it all up in a sigh of relief. you agreed with me. and i like to believe, you understood and respected me for it.
i miss you. the long talks, the nights of wandering. getting lost in town. the silly jokes between geeky silence, clumsy stories told.
our loop comes to an end. or have we just matured from all our uncontrolled begginings?
and if for once I feel all is cleared, I can't help but be curious of what will be like, time travelling to you, from a couple of years ago, right to next week, when we'll be awkwardly avoiding talking about what is left of all our blurry moments. the ones we've hidden from the world. from ourselves.
