Confusion
You just left my room. My apartment. I followed you out. It didn’t rain this time. Hope its a good sign. Its not the last time we will meet. Its not over.
You told me about you’re family, they know about me. They know.
And still you don’t know me. I don’t want to tell you. If i do, you’ll have to know everything to understand. To scared. Deamonds and memories from a lost time.
