Every time I see you, Those memories come back to me. I wonder what you see, When you look at me. Now, we’re just two strangers in a sea of bodies. But once, nothing existed except for you and me. Those memories and those feelings come fleetingly back to me. I ask myself if I miss you, if I miss things the way they used to be Or do I just miss the company?
I’m never going to find out, I’m never going to know. But unless you’re the one to do so first, I had promised myself, I will never again let my feelings show.
