I will wait.
How I question myself that YOU still matter to me.
And, for you I am your faded past. A history that hasn't remained, neither in letters nor memory. That forgotten bygones.
Maybe you have a short term memory. Maybe you just forgot about me. Maybe out of sight out of mind and when we come across again, you might remember everything of when we met. I like to believe that. I do. I have been doing that ever since you left. You turned your back on me. I stood there listening to your fading foot steps, witnessing the growing distance. And I still hold onto the idea that you will find your way back. If it hasn't been washed away by the number of years, memories and tears. I sincerely hope you will come back.
And, as always I will stay. Denying to leave alone.
And, for you I am your faded past. A history that hasn't remained, neither in letters nor memory. That forgotten bygones.
Maybe you have a short term memory. Maybe you just forgot about me. Maybe out of sight out of mind and when we come across again, you might remember everything of when we met. I like to believe that. I do. I have been doing that ever since you left. You turned your back on me. I stood there listening to your fading foot steps, witnessing the growing distance. And I still hold onto the idea that you will find your way back. If it hasn't been washed away by the number of years, memories and tears. I sincerely hope you will come back.
And, as always I will stay. Denying to leave alone.
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