Homecoming

I've already thought about it... my itunes is enchanted and conected with my mind.

Homecoming:

Can I call it like that? Well... it's not actually your home, it's mine, and I think I don't even know you anymore, but when I did it felt like home to me. I can remember everything of the day when we met. I talked to you and you lasted to answer. You have beautiful eyes: I noticed it that moment. We just stared and I got mad at myself because I felt something strong and weird... I will always remember that moment.

It's been a while. But your memorie is so fresh in here. Everytime I see anything related to you, your voice comes to my head instantly, like a school bell. You were just to ordinary and sticked to my daily routine, that I just couldn't forget. It was hard, deeply painful and I think you left me traumatized. I hate to say it... but that's the word: Traumatized. I guess you never noticed. You mattered, but you waste it, and there was nothing we could do about it. I'm fine, thanks. I got strong, thanks to you. We could have been greatly happy together. Like a puppy love, like my first love, but destiny and God are great and they let us sleap away. You just don't even realize about anything of this, and I hope it stays like this, because I hope time let us meet again and erase this thing I have in my head, because I know that I wouldn't forget you. I hope I won't. You are just one of the things I can't regret and I won't forget.

I miss you...

like a lot.