Until I found a way

É tão triste quando você deixa transparecer que não precisa de mim, e mais triste ainda por eu saber que você não faz questão d‘eu estar por perto e eu tento esquecer. Sorte minha que isso não é toda hora.

Every

Every sms. Every call. Every e-mail. Every notification and message on facebook. Every direct message on twitter.
I always cross my fingers to be you the one who sent me. Could be a cute text, or even just to say “I love you“.

Thinking

I was trying to be romantic. You were rude. I was crying. You said -in other words- I was pathetic. I said I was sorry (!). You said “ok“. I said “i love you so much“. You said “see you tomorrow“.
And for every single thing you said, the ringtone played. It was, and still is, “Baby, I‘m yours“

I don‘t even know how to feel.