I miss her.
I miss her voice.
I miss her smile.
I want to see her.

I hope she's fine.
I never meant to hurt her.
I never meant to betray her trust.
I wanted to be the one.

The one who'd understand her.
The one who'd shield her.
The one who'd make her happy.
The one who'd carry her.

Was I anything to her?
Is this the end?
Maybe someday I will know.
Till then, I will keep on moving.

Looking at the aftermath.
I cherish the past.
In sadness, knowing there is no future.
A future without her.

I wonder if she knows?
I wonder if I was nothing to her?
I wonder why it ended up like this?
Was she so hurt of what I did?

Dare I speak of her name anymore?
Dare I call out her name happily?
Why am I so sadden?
Just at the thought of her name?

I will survive.
I will move on.
I will be happy for the lessons.
She imparted to me.

Maybe one day, I will know what she really thought of all of this.
Maybe one day, I will understand why all of this happened.
Maybe one day, I will be able to forget.
But I dont want to forget.

I will always be here.
With my hands outstretch.
Waiting for someone.
To gladly accept it.

She can hate me for all she wants.
She can despise me for all that I am.
She can discard me if she pleases.
I will still miss her.

I will keep on smiling.
I will be strong.
I will be happy.
I will not forget you.