More questions

 

Are you happy I left?

Are you angry?

Did you really want me to stay?

Do you really want me to come back?


Do you think about me when you lay in your bed...?

when you close your eyes...?

when no one is hugging you...?


Do you think about me when you sit in our favourite cafes?

Will you think about me at the next party?


And do you love me?

Have you finally realised that you love me...?

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