The truth

He told me he misses me.

He told me he wants to see me.

I'm already full of regrets knowing that you're somewhere under this sky in the same city, yet I'm too stubborn to say yes.

I told you only to come back if you want to change, and I already know the answer to that.

But I can't help this feeling inside me, that even if you didn't want change, if you showed me that you really want to see me rather than just sending vague messages to me for guilt trip, then I would have welcomed you in at instant.

Only if you were passionate enough to stand on my door step with arm full of flowers, just to say hi, I would have accepted you in.

The truth is, I miss you.

I love you.

And all I can think about is you.

And it still hurts.