Like I've been told before, you're not the person for me. I was laughing back then.
The butterflies, the stars we've been counting on, the laughter that we shared
It's impossible, it doesn't make sense
I love you, you'll never leave me, we complete each other, we are the perfect match
I said repeatedly
But then the words were a mantra
The open wound told everything and I still can't believe it
But, then I asked myself, who are we counting the stars when we already knew we couldn't be more than just a stranger with memories?