We met at the wrong time. Atleast that's what I tell myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we'd meet in a place only we know and we could give it another shot.
But I don't think it's the wrong time. Or the wrong person. It's the wrong feelings. This is fine, not emotionally supporting each other. But this means more to me that it does to you. My nothing means more than yours, if that makes sense. Cause you are nothing to me and I'm nothing to you. I dont know what you mean to me but I can't know. I'd rather let you be a 'what if' and as much as I hate having what's ifs, if I have to have one, it'd be you. "Felt the jones in my bones when you were touching me. You're replaying in my brain, finding it hard to sleep." My mind's telling me to go.
Lets just put it this way ; you make me happy. And that scares me.
And if we ever meet up again, just the two of us, I hope we would be able to not say a word to each other. Maybe just sit in silence for an hour or so, let me have a good look of you for the last time. Let it be our way of finishing what never started.
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