You made me delirious.

So here I am reading what you surprised me with. Would you even know that I carry the book with a fierce grip, almost afraid that it would tear by itself or get lost on its own free will.

You wouldn't know that I miss your smile which pops into my head like flashing light when I least expect it.

Or the telephone conversations. Or even the way I incessantly blush to myself when reading your sweet and brutally honest text messages.

Did you get over me so fast? Or maybe you didn't.

Did you forget everything so quickly? Did you forget the times we spent together where we actually lost track of time?

I wouldn't know.

So do tell me.

Now you know why I had to let you go.