#327

He was mine. But not really.
I never really had him, so I never really lost him.

I guess this is how we will always be.

I had him, and he had me...
but then again there was no really US.

I played the piano today. I scanned through my scores, and I found a particular one. You gave that to me, and told me you would like to hear this. I didn't realise my feelings for you back then, thus I just kept it aside. I found it today. I wish I could rewind the time back and practice that piece for you until it becomes perfect. Just for you.

It's too late. It's all too late. I still miss you, and the times we spent. The days you would hug and text me, and tell me you love me and yada yada.. But it's all too late. Really.

I don't know if I should be sorry for not appreciating you back then. Because to be honest, you treat everyone else the same. I don't know if you were truly appreciating me, sincerely.

Nonetheless, I wish I could be back in your arms. I miss you, baby..