Him, who was born a month before august…

Maybe it’s the fact that we are never actually together that makes me unwilling to leave. Because I’m still holding to the possibilities of what we could be, to every ‘what if’ that I have about us.

I always though that losing something which doesn’t belong to you couldn’t hurt much, I mean it was never yours in the first place, why would it be hurt? But damn, how wrong I am by thinking that way. Because when I lose him….

Nope, let me fix that, because when he left, it was painful.
‘Lose’ is not the right word, I mean I never have him.

He was never mine to lose…