A sudden longing for you, you of all people, invades my ribcage and turns everything uncertain. I don't even know if it's you who I want or if my only want is love. February is far behind. June is gone too, only the scent of lilacs linger in my memory, not your absence. It hasn't meant anything to me until now. And soon enough it will mean nothing again. I'm not the kind of girl who holds onto what could have been, especially when I know I am too good for you. This longing shall pass, I do not love loneliness but it is better than you.
