Too often

How much do I mean to you? Do you think about me when you're out with somebody else. Would you recognize my presence in a crowd? Or am I just a girl, you once met and now forgot about day by day. Maybe my name pops up in your mind when you're feeling lonely but that's not enough. I wasn't enough.

Everything we had was temporary - nothing more and nothing less. A period of time stuffed with words but without any actions. Of course, we had fun, some of you more and some of you less but I tried. I tried to be that friend I would want to have, you could rely on and trust undoubtedly.

In the end, I'm on my own because I meant less to you than I thought. I opened a door to my world to show you what's going on in my life while in my mind I really thought this time you won't leave. I was wrong. Too often I behaved like a fool because I believed in pure happiness and love and still do.