Why does this always happen? Every time i talk to you.
It's almost as it was before, that night. That was one f the best days of my life.
On that huge stage in front of all those people, then sitting in the stands and watching the ending.
Something about it sticks in my memories, no matter how much i try to erase them they just stay, they won't leave no matter how much i try.
The memories won't leave me, but you did?
How come i can't let the memories of you go?
I know you will never read this but i still miss you.
flash, flash, flash the line that i will continue to type on has that line that flashes expecting more words there are so many i could write but i won't.
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The random scribbling that comes to my head, that i must put somewhere. The insane babble that is the work of my mind and that stuff only i understand.
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