I liked me better when I was with you

🎵 I don't know what it is but I got that feeling
Waking up in this bed next to you swear the room
Yeah, it got no ceiling
If we lay, let the day just pass us by
I might get to too much talking
I might have to tell you something

Damn, I like me better when I'm with you 🎵


Sometimes I wonder what would've been of us if we still were together. I still save the conversations, I still save the pictures, the drawings, the songs. And every time I accidentally end up checking them up I get that nostalgic feeling that I was better when I was with you. Then I start to remember all that went after those conversations, all my feelings at once, the sudden distance even being so close. I tend to stop myself from going through that path again, It has hurt me enough.


I've cried for people before you, but not as I did for you. It wasn't a cry because I couldn't have you or because I couldn't leave you. I cried because I didn't know, even though you said it so many times, if you felt as I felt for you. I cried because I couldn't see you and hug you and kiss you when you felt lonely. I cried because even when I knew I was there for you almost 24 hs a day, I couldn't be there for you as I wanted to, not in the way I felt you needed me. I was here, you were there and the impotence of helping you was too much for me.


Even when I know for sure all of that, I can't stop myself when I start wondering what could've been of us. Why didn't I stay a little longer. What if we had met in a different time and place. Most importantly, what would happen if we meet again. I think I would fell for you again, that if we consider I am officially over you.


It is hard to know that a time, a relationship or a person made us destroy ourselves and not go back into the same hole, because it's tempting.