I looked into your eyes, and knew you were gone.
Oh well, I'd rather say, I laughed at myself for making myself believe you were there, or would be.
You see, I'm bleeding.
But I'm ready for more, because this gives me a realisation of the essence of life.
I'll look into you one day, again.
And maybe sometimes, although I think I'll regret what I thought now, I won't.
I'll cherish your presence, the way I thought about you, and the way I imagined us.
You see, not every maybe is a yes.
You keep loving people without wanting them.