how is it possible, that I still can feel you, feel your thoughts and feel your heart beating?

would you please stop thinking of me?

it was the wrong time, you said, it was too much, you said - and sure you're right.

and you're wrong.

it happened, when it happened, when it HAD to happen. too much and yet not enough.

just because you said what you said, but most of all because you didn't say what you didn't say. just because I felt what I felt, but most of all because I didn't feel what I didn't feel. just because you did what you did, but most of all because you didn't do what you didn't do.

somehow it wasn't ment to be.