I don't know what happened to us. Many months have passed, and I still think of you despite everything I live day to day. You left without looking back, you left me alone even though you promised you never would. You love me? You miss me? Sometimes I think that you talk to me for that because you don't know how to tell me that you miss me and that you don't stop thinking about me. It's silly, I know. I want you to come back but not at the same time. You love me? Because I do you