How it started, I don’t remember,
But before I met you, I was already waiting for you.
Maybe it was your last name, or maybe your essence,
which I loved, and then,
the unexpected: loving you so much.
While I know it’s impossible,
and maybe it’s just me,
I feel a despair that consumes me,
It’s my imagination that increases
the agony of missing you,
and suffocates me in its melancholy.
I know you have noticed,
and I don’t want your pity,
do not ignore me,
don’t reject me
in this intense nostalgia.
What if you felt the same as me?
Sorry,
Bye bye,
in a whisper of hopelessness.
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