and i never really got to say goodbye but maybe that was my fault, my fault for thinking that somewhere in your kisses and your promises and your smiles there was an apology hidden in there.
but there was no, "i'm sorry i'm doing this to you". and no other explanation for the way you left or why it even happened in the first place, i guess you could say i'm confused, or still in love, but at this point i don't know which one is worse.
it's been almost five months and i still lie awake at night wondering if you've forgotten the sound of my laugh or why my father and i don't get along.
i think maybe i'm kidding myself because it's childish to think someone who almost loved you still cares enough to wonder if you slept alright last night, right?