You

You left me every evening thinking about you with the hands of someone new. How he press his lips against yours, and how he showed you his wondrous world, the things I've been wishing to do and show with you.

You left me every morning with my eyes irritated due to the tears that dried overnight. Chest throbbing from deep emotions that I have never felt before; heart breaking like it was being pounded by a hundred closing door, or a mirror shattered into pieces along the dusty floor.

You left me thinking about our possible future if we could have been the one for each other. You left me with tremendous hope, of wishes that never came true.

You left me — even if us never existed in the first place; you left me, even if you never did once looked at me; you left me, even if the one who's been fooling myself is myself only.