back then,you'd stop in the street,between all those people,just to kiss me.
and it would last for ages.and they would stare at us,but we didn't care,it was so cool.
now,you grab me and just kiss my cheek innocently,then go back to sleep.and when I kiss you,you don't give me a hand.
back then,we'd do whatever came on our minds,without any program,because whatever we did was fun as long as we were together.
now,all we do is the same stuff all over again.
back then,we'd be waking up in each others arms.have breakfast cereals together.then go back to bed,cuddle and listen to music.then who knows what,but whatever we did was in privacy.in a real connection,
now,we may be waking up together when we actually see each other,but not in each others arms.we stay in bed and think.what about?
back then,you'd suprise me and give me a hug.say i love you.and when i said it,you'd hold me tight and say i love you too.
now,you never say it.ever.and when i do,you barely really answer.i appreciate your honesty.
back then,when i offered you something,if it was handy,you'd appreciate it,thank me,keep it somewhere safe.if it was something not handy or payable,like a compliment or a visit,you'd appreciate it,thank me and keep in in your heart,in your mind and remember it.
now,when i offer you something,whatever it is,you do thank me,but why can't i see any appreciation?
back then,you'd admire me for my drawings or writings.appreciate the times when i actually said clever and intelligent things,and join that conversation.read a book or hours and hours.inventing your own theories of life..and knowing exactly what makes me happy,knowing what romance is.
now,art doesnt matter to you.cleverness,philosophy,culture either.a book? a painting? you've discovered the art of rolling (too many) joints.and i'm very sorry of saying that.
back then,i lived a real life romance.i thought i found the one.i had the best times of my life.
now,i've found the bad in you.and it has started to cover the good,slowly.
you've changed.where is the real you? the one i fell in love with ?
i'm sorry i write this.it is humiliating.and i don't really know why i'm writing it
i'm still so in love,that all this is disapointing me.and you don't seem to understand it in any other way.