We confessed.

We were a thing.

We broke up.

I cried.

I begged.

I break, once again.

Times have passed; here in the neighborhood I finally saw his shadows that I haven’t seen in the last few years, again… I wanted to get closer and to have a better look at him but I don’t know how to react, I don’t know how to feel, I don’t know what to say… I don’t know if he would stay.

I wanted to approach him but I was worried he’d brushed me off again, I was afraid he wouldn’t care, cause I’m not sure of his feelings for me like I used to anymore.

Everything is his fault…

I’ve done nothing wrong…

            I can’t be the reason for all this, right…?    

It’s his fault…