I ran away.
Like you told me to.
It wasn’t that hard because I’ve been running my whole life.
Abandoning things.
Leaving people behind.
Because I hate explaining myself.
I can’t make other people understand me.
Because I don’t wanna talk.
I don’t want to remember things.
Was it that bad?
I would understand if you’d say yes.
But remember when I told you that you are making me talk?
I thought that it was special.
Maybe trying to get to know me?
But then I was wrong.
You just don’t like giving much effort to me, right?
You should have just told me in the first place.
Because I’ll understand.
It was me who wanted to leave at first.
My reason was true enough.
I gave up after three months.
Because I don’t wanna keep my hopes up.
But then everything continued between us.
That’s what I thought so.
We were done before our story could have even start.
We should turn around.
Until we’re upside down.
You weren’t the bad guy.
There were no change of seasons.
There were just coldness.
But no love.
We were both just wasting time.
I got nothing to do.
I was bored with my life.
And you were waiting for someone.
I had let you go long before.
So don’t put all the blame on you.
Now it’s my final good bye.
I’ll continue running.
I’ll continue running in circles.