IRC-Galleria

You didnÂ’t realize what was wrong with me. You saw I was hurt, but you didnÂ’t know how to fix it. You would have listen and help if I just had let you, but I couldnÂ’t tell you the truth. You had suffer so much already because of me so many times, so I didnÂ’t want to bother you more with my problems, even if you said I wouldnÂ’t.

You often told me how you felt and why. I listened, understood and tried to support you, but still just got more and more away from me. You were checking out other girls and told about them to me, but of course you were supposed to do that, because it had been me who said no.
At the school we barley looked at each other and those few times you looked at me straight in the eyes were like punches to stomach. We hadnÂ’t talk face to face nearly in half year, but still I knew more about you than anyone else. You told me I was the only one you could talk to. Others didnÂ’t understand or even care.

But I cared. I saw trough you. You were hurt, but you hide it very well. You knew I felt in the same way, but you did nothing about it. Even if I told you many times I had cried because of you, you were just acting surprised. Truths was you knew exactly what I wanted

You

I missed you so much I couldnÂ’t do anything else. I concentrate on school, I couldnÂ’t eat, I couldnÂ’t even hang out with my friends, because I couldnÂ’t left my computer, if you would happen to sign in when I was gone.

I could smell you in the hallways. You smelled so damn good. I didnÂ’t know what you were thinking, maybe you had got over me, but indeed I hadnÂ’t got over you. I missed you all the time and I just wanted to make you understand that. But you didnÂ’t, maybe on purpose because you might think it was just for bad.

No matter what, even after half a year I realized that I had nothing, I was standing in emptiness. IÂ’m hurt, I canÂ’t get anything done and all this just because of one stupid decision, which I might regret rest of my life.

DonÂ’t go.