I want this to be over.
We've become strangers, and it hurts because as much as I deny it I know you.
I don't want to think of what could have been anymore because it never was.
And deep down I know it never will be, except I've never cared.
Because all I ever wanted was you, nothing more or less, or anything you're not.
If that was the case I wouldn't have waited as long as I did.
But most days I wish I hadn't because I wonder why it hurts so much to loose a mere thought, to loose something I never had.
