And just as I thought, I had it all under control, I bump into you. It was awkward, but I had to be friendly. Hugging you just brought back so much memories, and you didn’t let go. I don’t know if you’re drunk or I should just care less. All I knew that I just want you back, to those days where we cared less about the world and more.
My heart ache with every memory, and I hate you for bring those sweet moments back to me. I struggled so hard, but obviously to no avail, and I succumbed to tears on the way home. I shouldn’t care, I should see you to the car, I shouldn’t get onto the car and I shouldn’t stay back. I shouldn’t cared for you.
I shouldn’t hang on. I hate myself.