It’s been more than a year that’s passed.
I still haven’t forgotten about the times we’ve spent.
It was good. But.
The more I read your blog,
the less I know you.
I know I meant nothing to you.
You also meant nothing much to me.
To be able to get over you within a year,
pales in comparison with her.
with the beautiful skin,
with the cutest smile,
with the charming laughter.
Why is it that I cannot forget the way she walks?
Why is it that I cannot forget the way her sweaty palms feel?
Why is it that at the sight of her, my heart races?
Yet at the sight of you all I want to do is get away
to forget this sadness I accidentally dropped into.
Even though you had become the one most beautiful girl in my life, she has stayed there way longer.
When will I ever meet a charming lady?
A lady a class above the others?
For the streets are filled with nothing but girls.
And silly boys chasing skirts.
Is she different from the rest?
Is the number of past relationships an indicator of one’s relationship maturity?
Or is it just me becoming overly cynical after what i’ve been through?
But what’s done is done.
You’re no longer the most beautiful.
Just another girl in the streets.
One which I hope I have nothing to do with anymore.