At the end of the night

It doesn't matter where I am.

It doesn't matter what I've drank.

It doesn't matter how much fun I had.

Because once I'm alone, once I'm sick and tired of doing what I do, I think of us.

I look back at our pictures. I wonder what has happened. I fantasize that everything is still alright, that you're just too busy to reply to my texts. That nothing has changed.

Someone told me, it takes women a half of the duration of the relationship to fully get over the guy. And it takes the men the entire duration of the relationship to fully get over the girl.

That means:

2 years for me,

And 4 for you.

Honestly, I don't know how long I will take. I'm throwing away every fibre of common sense. There's no sense in what I did, and what I tried to do. So, what's the point?

But you make complete and utter logic.

You win.

I hope you do.