Mystery

But words were never enough to let you know how much I adore you, what I did was never enough to prove me truthful, to prove me worthy of a person like you... You just don't know how much I miss you... and, deep inside, how bad it hurts. It's frankly tiring, to bear with the silences and the indifference. Sometimes I go crazy and think your hate will be accepted in order to imagine there's something still there, but then I see myself breaking into more pieces to imagine you hating me... I wish I can just errase this moment and stay for some time more in those days where you were dancing and I was laughing... or where I was singing and you were laughing... Maybe I'm asking too much, I always ask more than what I can get, but this time I've done my best, I haven't bothered you at all & I hope you're doing great, I'm sorry if I show up from time to time to check on you, it's just kind of hard to stop caring about a part  of your life, it's like stop caring about a part of your body that you know you'll die without... Just in case you ever read this, things get easier for me when you smile, when I find any trace of happiness in you, because you know? As long as you're happy I think I may enjoy that even when we're far apart... I will like to know if you still care & what will you do when I stop caring? Anyways, will I ever stop caring? Such a mystery!