Moving On...

I tried.

At least I think I did.
Maybe I didn't want to.
I don't know...

I walked real slow, hoping tht u'll catch up. But you nv came.
So I know where you went.
I peeped whilst u were not looking... the smile tht formed a sec ago was gone.
Again. So many times. So many many times...
Perhaps you'll get angry with what I've said.
Oh well, go ahead, who am i to say these anyway?


Why? whY? wHy?
A day of depression, written across your face clear as day. Shown to me...
Was ok.
The very next day, I heard you say that you've gone back her way.

Sarah told me, that there's this feeling she experienced. The pinching and tugging at the heart. And yet no tears fall, like tht of a dry spell...
How familiar.

...Moving on...

I tried.




But I didn't want to.