The Conversation
I am...or at least I thought I am.
Does this mean anything?
He asked, wiping his tears from his cheeks.
It could mean something, I mean it should.
Don't you think it's time you stop?
How far do you have to go?
Just how deep do you want the pain?
I, I don't know...I didn't think it would hurt this much.
We talk sometimes, we still fight for the small and big things
and I can't exactly tell where we stand.
The teasing, the caring and love,
a habit I've come to know we were always aware of.
We missed each other. Maybe everyday, maybe sometimes.
Maybe it's just the memories. How can I tell?
It's quite painful. The deeper I think, the harder I cant breath.
She's my first love...no....a love I once dreamt.
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