Her…
I miss her, whether she misses me…I do not know. I think of her, whether she thinks of me…I do not know. I loved her, whether she loved me…I do not know. I care for her, whether she cares about me…I do not know. Looks like I don’t know many things about her now, do I? I used to…really I did…I knew her so well, that sometimes I even knew what she was thinking without her realising it…But now, her mind is a mystery to me…What is she thinking, I do not know…Have I changed? Has she changed? That I do not know…But what I do know, is that I had many happy times with her…I know that she was always there for me when I needed her the most…I know that she always liked things perfect and always will…And I truly believe that somewhere…In a void, there is the old her…looking for a way out…i know she will find her way…because I know her…
