he’ll never realise how much he once meant to me, because he always thought i meant more. he’ll never realise that i couldn’t stand his pain, because he always believed it was my annoyance. he’ll never talk to me again, because it’s all about pride. he’ll never understand the way i felt, because he was so caught up in his own feelings. he’ll never see himself the way i once saw him, because he’s changed so much. he’ll never imagine the awkward moments of us meeting like i have, because he has another world now.
he’ll never believe my lamentation.
because it doesn’t matter at all.