Goodbye. The first time we met was the last time I confessed my feelings to you.
Goodbye. We can never return to that moment when our hearts first stirred. Now, all that remains is your familiar silhouette, the familiar streets, and that one glance we shared.
Then you said, “Can we go back to how things used to be? There’s something I want to tell you: I like you. I’ve always liked you.”
I stood there in a daze for a moment. I couldn't say a word. I just wanted to hold you. I don't even know if this is real or not. I just want to hold you and tell you how much I've missed you.
