I was hurt by my "friends" to the point of no longer trusting people. Everyone thought it was just shyness but that wasn't the only thing (it was part of it though) now a few people have managed to start tearing down my walls
I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.
I didn't stop loving you. I decided to stop showing it because no matter how hard I tried, you wouldn't get it. It was obvious you had 'unfinished beginnings' and you used me to finally get it. Well you got it. How does it feel?