To you: who'll know its you when you read this,
I dont really know how to begin this. I dont really know why and how It's coming out. I'm afraid of including too many cliches. I'm afraid that this will not make any sense. I think the only thing i wanted to say is that I miss you. Its funny because I don't even know who you are. I dont even feel in extremes about you, I dont really care most of the times. Obviously, you left an impact. Left me with one lingering thought : What next?
Is this it? It looks like the end to me. Well, then. I'lll probably never come across you again. I still don't know how i feel about you, don't know where this is steming from.
I know i still miss you, Is that wrong?
What that a cliche?
Sigh, i guess.
From the one who doesn't know, and who probably never will.