a little

bit of me

dies. every minute i spend with you.

i know what you dont want.

but i dont know what you want.

only you,

can make me feel

like

such a loser.

call me when you

need smth from me.

thats what you do

only

and

best.

i dont know
what good
will come out of this.

i shouldnt even have come.

i know how
it always ends.

honestly,

id rather be back home.

where i know

everyone.

i cant stand

being the stranger.

and i miss you.

"I'll see you in Europe. Must!!"

It

won't happen.

Oversubscribed.

"Imagine you're there with someone special"

"Let's go to Venice for our Euro grad trip"

Okay.

How would I.

How could I.

You missed the cobbled streets

you said.












And that Europe

can be quite intoxicating.

You forgot.

I'm not you.

But I figure

you'd be rather busy

from now on.

And you have

many more people

and things back home

than I have here.

So hurry on.

I won't forget.

Neither would I remember.

Till I return.

And cross my fingers,

that you do not forget me.