It's already Monday,
So I should be feeling better already.

Got scolded like crazy today,
Cos apparently my heart is elsewhere.
In fact,
I felt totally rotten the whole weekend.

So Saturday was the 13th.
Not just any 13th,
But the 13th of March.
Too bad for me,
It just doesn't mean a thing to you anymore.

Two years ago,
It was supposed to be a beautiful beginning.
Looking back,
It must have been the beginning of the end.

I messaged you twice,
But to no reply.
I guess,
You've already laid our love to rest once and for all.

As each second ticked by,
I realized you won't be messaging me back anymore.
There can't be any feeling worse than that.
I did not say a word on Saturday.
I did not sell a single pair of shoes.
I was just far,
Far away.

Today was just the same.
I did sell some shoes,
But I'm still feeling miserable.
Now I know I've been lying to myself all these while,
That it hurts lesser with each passing day.
Truth is,
I've never wanted to try to forget at all.

There is a sickness inside of me,
And you are the only remedy.
Now I know,
A hundred pairs of new kicks won't save me anymore.

I'll try not to say this again,
But Nette I love you.
Now and forever.

Sometimes I really hate myself.