Sometimes I get mad at you.
You’ll never know, since we don’t speak, but sometimes… I get mad at you.
You can do so much more with yourself and your life.
You’re smart, you’re generous, you’re nice, you sometimes have a good sense of humour… you have a good heart.
But you let your past so dictate your future, and I think that you could be happier. I really do.
I know, that happiness isn’t going to be with me, and I accepted that a long time ago, but sometimes I still get mad at you. Not just for what happened or didn’t happen between us, but because … because you can do so much more.
But, who am I to say anything? I guess I just still care a little, much as I know I shouldn’t. But at least I keep it to myself, right?