It's been confirmed that you're definitely leaving after this semester... You won't be here next year.

In a way, it kind of saddens me.

I stupidly keep thinking of what we could have been.

Like we could have still be whatever we were, we would see each other whenever, between exams and revision. I'd be sleeping whilst you would be writing all your essays, maybe we might have gone to the library together and then parted ways to revise and then you might have walked me home and then we start all over again. Maybe I might not see you for days because we're both busy, but I would look forward to getting messages from you complaining and panicking. I might laugh at your stressed out hair and you would smile. I would rock up to your place in my pyjamas and no makeup or you would come to mine in your flannel or checkered shirts that I love...

You see, I can't seem to forget about you. Have you got me locked in some curse or something?

You are more confusing than my economics exam I'm studying for.

I don't understand you. I don't know you.

I can't figure out what you're thinking.

I want to punish you in some form of torture.

I want you to feel bad.

I want you to never forget about me.

But I guess I can never be "that girl" who has you.

I know it. I know I won't ever be. But can't you let me dream about it?

What happened between us, is what I call history. It's all in the past and cannot be rewritten.

But just to let you know,you'll always hold a soft spot in my heart.

Whatever you've done wrong, I can forgive. If you're ever upset, I'll cry for you. 

So please let me hide from you and your talks.. 

I've only just stuck my heart back together.. 

It can't afford to break again..