Yesterday you told me that you missed me. Isn’t it funny how people miss you more when they see you are happy without them?
Remember when I told you I am like a cat and my life with you is not my last life? You mocked me then like you always did. You always mocked my unrealistic dreams, my changing plans and my changing mind. You called me hectic.
Yes, babe. I like to feel the seconds dropping out loud and I like to see time leaving trails in my life. I like to collect memories and laughs and people and I don’t like it when too many days of my life look alike. You call this chaos. I call it living.
Don’t miss me, babe. I was not made for loving you.