I always think of you before I fall asleep. The words you said, the way you looked. The things we laughed about, the silent moments we shared. And when I dream, I’ll dream of you. Because it’s about you, it’s always about you.
I was lying when I told my friends that I don’t know where you are and what you’re doing. I was lying when I told them that I don’t want to know more about you. I was lying when I told them that I don’t want to see your face, or meet you unexpectedly. I was lying when I told them that my feelings for you were all gone and nothing remained. That I don’t care about you and even if you will meet someone new to love. I am a terrible liar, because I don’t even believe myself when I told them that it doesn’t hurt anymore.