chances

why can’t you be forgotten, so easily, like any other thing in my life?

somehow, i will always be reminded of you. of your existence. of your love.

i lost my way. i lost my dream. i lost you.

i am an inch away from losing myself, and yet i know, there’s no one but me to get me out of this misery i created for myself.

to others, you may not even existed at all. you’re the phantom of my opera.

i really am tired following your shadows.

I'd never be able to admit it, but i knew that somehow, along our lines of friendship, I'd fall for you.

and it has always been you.

i can’t hate you cause you did nothing wrong. you ripped my heart, and torn my dream, yet i can’t find the reason to blame you. i can’t even erase the memories i had of you, though very little, yet so significance.

i am right here, waiting for you. do you hear me?

do you care?