28 April 2012
We used to talk. From small talk of what was happening or things that just came up.
We used to joke around. Whether it made me smile or burst in laughter.
There were so many things I wanted to do.
Hold your hand. Get your number. Say I love you.
But it's never going to happen. Because of someone's big mouth, you don't talk to me, or joke around. I don't have the guts to change it and speak my mind. It's now all a forgotten dream.
Forgotten • Opuss № I