E depois há noites em que te assalta um vazio. Assim, de repente. A noite passa, o dia chega, o trabalho, segue em frente porque tem de se seguir, e empurra, prossegue, continua. Mas o vazio está lá, a rir-se de ti. E tu tentas ignorar, mas sabes dele, da sua existência. Conhece-lo bem. 

Mas amanhã é outro dia. É o que eu me digo sempre. 

Something that once was. Past tense. End of story.

No point in asking why or how. People don't change. Their interests do. It's as simple as that. And that's how easily you become stangers again.

It was. Past tense. End of story.

He used to be mine. And I used to be his. 

When I miss you. So much. And I almost said it cause I really wanted to say it.

And then for one moment I wanted it to be like it was. And then I go to sleep.

Just make me sick to my stomach. And there are things I will never understand. Never. 

Last week I wanted to lay my head on his lap while he worked. It was just something that came up to my mind. Just like that. Yesterday I said thank you when what I wanted to say was I miss you. 

Mas não disse. E não digo. Fica guardado cá dentro. 

E hoje, o que eu queria dizer. Fica comigo esta noite. Fica comigo até eu adormecer. Fica comigo até eu acordar.  Fica.

Last year he was the first to wish me happy birthday. Today he doesn't even remember. And I kinda say this with a heavy heart cause of all the people in my life I thought about spending some time with him today. I wanted to spend time with him. And I have a heavy heart cause at one point he said he didn't matter to me. Now we all know he was wrong.