I like thinking there's another world
one where Jim never existed
one where I never felt desesperate to kiss him
one where I never waited for him to hold me from the back
one where we never met
But even if I found a way to delete him
he will always be there
as if something was missing
as if that guy who drove me crazy was missing
I can't help looking at them so fine
At their smiles on their faces
I can tell they're happy
I can tell he's happy
without me
And that should be the important thing anyway:
letting him be happy
with whoever he wants
even if that "whoever" is not me.
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