Not saying it anymore does not mean i think or even feel it no more.
I just stopped, it was about time.

Because you do seem to still think about it from time to time.

I know nobody holds the key of your glass prison. Not even you.
And from there, you did love.
And you pretend not to anymore.
And i pretend not to notice that a piece of me is still deep in your heart, like a little dust.

Paths parted.
Unfortunately.
That's the way it is.
That's the way life goes.

You will remain the best. The incarnated dream. The one.

I'm lucky enough i met you. For some people it never happens.

And there will always be a space for the little dust in my heart. For this one. for you.